Ravyn had come here to die. At least that is what she had told herself. The last three years of her life she was a blood bank to an ancient sith lord and his Sanguinius Vampirika coven and Nar Shaddaa was the only place she knew no one would be looking for her, here, she could die. It Hurt, the intense hunger pains in her stomach dominating her mind as she coughed and tried to steady her walk by placing her hand against the cold wet steel, trying to use its smooth unfeeling surface as a rail to stop her from falling. Forward she dragged her feet, trying to find somewhere just to sit, somewhere to just let it end. As her foot dragged over a jutting rock she toppled down into a puddle below, it would take a few seconds before she would lift her body, staring down at the water as it steadied below her. Her eyes.. they were yellow. They.. They used to be blue. As the puddle steadied further she would lift a finger to pull at the edge of her mouth, staring in silent shock at her two dominate canines. He.. He had really done it. That piece of shavit had actually done it.. She thought she didn't swallow any of the blood.. she thought she was fine..
In reality she already knew she had been turned, that is why the meals she had eaten on the way here seemingly never satiated the pain in her stomach.. that is after all why she was here. To eat from.. to feed.. such a disgusting term she had used the coven use a thousand times, so dehumanizing.. to feed, it was something she couldn't do. She wouldn't do it.
That is.. after all why she was here. If she wasn't going to feed, she would die. And if she was going to die hopefully it would be somewhere she could get some peace. And a back alley of Nar Shaddaa was the closest thing to home she had. Deciding this muddy alleyway was the best as any, and that she barely had the strength to keep moving, she would settle down in the mud. Carefully she would begin braiding her own hair, it had grown significantly longer than what she was used to, and honestly she just needed something.. anything.. to take her mind off of it. A distraction in the face of the looming abyss.
In reality she already knew she had been turned, that is why the meals she had eaten on the way here seemingly never satiated the pain in her stomach.. that is after all why she was here. To eat from.. to feed.. such a disgusting term she had used the coven use a thousand times, so dehumanizing.. to feed, it was something she couldn't do. She wouldn't do it.
That is.. after all why she was here. If she wasn't going to feed, she would die. And if she was going to die hopefully it would be somewhere she could get some peace. And a back alley of Nar Shaddaa was the closest thing to home she had. Deciding this muddy alleyway was the best as any, and that she barely had the strength to keep moving, she would settle down in the mud. Carefully she would begin braiding her own hair, it had grown significantly longer than what she was used to, and honestly she just needed something.. anything.. to take her mind off of it. A distraction in the face of the looming abyss.