THE RED WOLF
Tags: Nova Dragr | Aito Vautah | Xero Lang | Saram Kote
Redd wasn’t at all sure as to why she was even there. In fact, when the job had come through, the red wolf had growled. This has to be some kind of joke, she thought to herself as her golden eyes had read over the information presented before her. Originally it had come from what she thought was The Enclave. A sub faction within the Confederacy that recruited Mandalorians, but when she had first attended the original meeting, she had done so with what could only be described as a mistake. Yet the past still haunted her, even when she had buried her Beskar’gam from sight. Out of sight, out of mind had been the original thought, but she had never imagined that she would still be contacted by Mandalorians when she felt like anything but. Even when she had mated with a mistake, the wolf could never seem to feel as if she was a part of such a society. However, the invitation had provided her with a good opportunity to distract herself with.
Booted steps of the plain and darkly dressed figure with a cloak pulled tightly over her head, walked through the crowd of cat-like humanoids. Whether or not they could sense the wolf within the woman; or maybe it was the golden eyes of the Red Demon, but they seemed to have no troubles with giving her a wide berth. It certainly made it a lot easier to seemingly reach the others who were gathering around a dark haired woman.
Yet, before she reached them, the red wolf paused in her steps and felt doubt slowly leech into her thoughts. What am I doing? She thought, as a pale hand tightly touched the deactivated lightsaber upon her belt. The lone wolf didn’t seek companionship and was more often than not, comfortable working alone. Yet, for some reason she felt drawn here. Whether it had been through the force or what, the pull had been strong and when her golden eyes stared at those she assumed would be those that she would work with, Redd felt nervous. Anxious even. The wolf even felt sadness as the last person she had worked with, had been someone that she relied upon and it had turned into a mistake. A mistake which only served as a painful reminder and she felt anger soon bloom deep within her chest.
Golden eyes hardened and the Red Demon shoved such anxious doubts, down. There would be no room for that today and perhaps this was a great chance to close a chapter that was never meant to be opened. Perhaps this was how she learned to move on and delve into the darker arts of the force that she was slowly beginning to feel a pull towards. Feelings like pain and anger only served to strengthen her hold upon the force and no matter how this day panned out, she knew that she couldn’t be a Mandalorian. Not like how so many others seemingly lived and breathed the code. A code that she didn’t feel that she could possible follow anymore; especially when the one person who had been so deep within that code, provided the best example of how flawed that particular doctrine was.
Steeling her nerves by allowing the feeling of anger to settle within, the woman finally approached them. Pale hands lifted to slide the hood from her head, so then the material would bunch up upon her shoulders. This action only served to release red locks that had been hidden from view and frame a pale face which illuminated the golden eyes that peered at them. Without offering a hand, Redd crossed her arms over her chest and angled her head slightly to the left. ”I’m Redd,” Were the only words that she spoke.
Booted steps of the plain and darkly dressed figure with a cloak pulled tightly over her head, walked through the crowd of cat-like humanoids. Whether or not they could sense the wolf within the woman; or maybe it was the golden eyes of the Red Demon, but they seemed to have no troubles with giving her a wide berth. It certainly made it a lot easier to seemingly reach the others who were gathering around a dark haired woman.
Yet, before she reached them, the red wolf paused in her steps and felt doubt slowly leech into her thoughts. What am I doing? She thought, as a pale hand tightly touched the deactivated lightsaber upon her belt. The lone wolf didn’t seek companionship and was more often than not, comfortable working alone. Yet, for some reason she felt drawn here. Whether it had been through the force or what, the pull had been strong and when her golden eyes stared at those she assumed would be those that she would work with, Redd felt nervous. Anxious even. The wolf even felt sadness as the last person she had worked with, had been someone that she relied upon and it had turned into a mistake. A mistake which only served as a painful reminder and she felt anger soon bloom deep within her chest.
Golden eyes hardened and the Red Demon shoved such anxious doubts, down. There would be no room for that today and perhaps this was a great chance to close a chapter that was never meant to be opened. Perhaps this was how she learned to move on and delve into the darker arts of the force that she was slowly beginning to feel a pull towards. Feelings like pain and anger only served to strengthen her hold upon the force and no matter how this day panned out, she knew that she couldn’t be a Mandalorian. Not like how so many others seemingly lived and breathed the code. A code that she didn’t feel that she could possible follow anymore; especially when the one person who had been so deep within that code, provided the best example of how flawed that particular doctrine was.
Steeling her nerves by allowing the feeling of anger to settle within, the woman finally approached them. Pale hands lifted to slide the hood from her head, so then the material would bunch up upon her shoulders. This action only served to release red locks that had been hidden from view and frame a pale face which illuminated the golden eyes that peered at them. Without offering a hand, Redd crossed her arms over her chest and angled her head slightly to the left. ”I’m Redd,” Were the only words that she spoke.