The Dark Prophet

[Lief]

The grassy planes spread forth, spanning across the horizon and marred by the occasional wayline of scarring, long lengthy splits down to the hard, packed earth beneath the rolling hills. Bosph was a beauty if ever there was one, and the scars only made to enhance this in an odd, perhaps twisted way. She had landed down upon this particular planet a day or so before, leaving the Vhailor behind in one of the very few spaceports, and leaving all signs of civilisation behind. She had come here with a very specific purpose in mind, as ever her time was carefully used so as to waste none of it. On this very planet, somewhere amidst the grass, a legend in his own right wandered. The Dark Prophet, reminiscent of the Chosen from centuries prior, was said to roam the grassy planes, a man she sought after.

Alchemy was still an art she had to learn, despite the number of Alchemists at her disposal, the knowledge in her arsenal, it was not enough - she had barely scratched the surface. While she did not deny the abilities and power held by Valik, her Master despite her having been Knighted, the young girl sought to expand her sources all the same. Daxton, Kaine, Balaya, Valik, there was barely a talented Alchemist she had not set herself to, and the Dark Prophet was one of the final individuals to seek out upon her list. And thus it was that she ventured, the grass reaching her waist in some areas, brushing up against her like a lovers caress... Not that she was familiar with such a sensation. Should this rumour prove to be true then it would further her means... But was it?

@[member='Kaz Valnor']

 

[Jamison Blake]

The sounds of predators rushing through the grass would be heard long before they were seen. Their source was unknown, but two creatures bathed in the darkside of the Force would quickly be seen where their bodies just barely cleared the grass. There was no question that both were heading directly toward her, and with a speed that bespoke of aggression rather than caution.

Then they, in unison, leaped through teh air to land just before her pushing the grass down around them. One, to those who knew of sith history or had explored Korriban, was obviously a tuk'ata. One of the ancient sith's highest alchemical achievements. The second had at one time been a vornskr, but it was larger and covered in tough looking spines. Both were eyeing the girl, studying her in an almost human manner.

"What an unexpected surprise," said a voice from behind her. There stood the man known once as Kaz Valnor, though he had been in a diffrent body at that time. Even more than the beasts, the darkside dripped from him. Every cell bore its mark. His attire was simple, leather mostly. His flesh was pale, and his raven hair long. A smile that looked oddly hungry adorned his face, mostly concealing teeth that almost appeared to sharp. "To find such a lovely thing like you wandering around in my hunting space."

 

[Lief]

Immediately the presence of two purely dark presences seeped into the surrounding area, causing her to slow down. Her stance finally took a defensive state, her hand slipping to the side. The lightsaber fell down to her grasp, and ignited in a flourish of sickly orange. Her Makashi stance took shape, perfect and immediate, as she turned full circle briefly before centring herself. She took a slight step back when they landed before her, causing the blade to dip slightly while still retaining its strength and her posture. Her footwork was delicate, light and practically perfect.

She took note of what they were, the vornskr and the tuk'ata were forms she was indefinitely familiar with, the former something she had come into contact during her earlier years and the latter still roamed areas of Korriban, reminiscent of the old age of Alchemists. Rather than attacking she mused about their being here, specifically the latter. She had never seen a tuk'ata outside of Korriban. They were not attacking, not yet, but she knew better than to let her guard down.

Only when she heard the voice did she feel the presence. Slowly she extended her senses out, turning to face the man while remaining wary of the two alchemical creatures, keeping her senses fixed upon them. Immediately she senses his power, how seeped in the darkness he was, the Bogan more like an nexus within him than it was outside of him. The scars on the left of her face remained somewhat shadowed by the long grasses, her eyes a brilliant icy blue, yet every so often they flickered in pure darkside corruption, a sulphuric yellow. Despite her composed state she housed a recognisable power, well-restrained to be released in the most opportune times. Should it be required, this would be one such moment. She did not say a word to the man...

@[member="Kaz Valnor"]

 

[Jamison Blake]

Moving through the grass, Kaz was strait backed yet he still gave the impression of a predator on teh hunt. He took in the girl's pressence, appearing more amused than anything. Not only did he study her with his own enhanced senses, but the beast master used those of the sithspawn as well. He watched her form, listened to her smallest movement, smelled her emotions or lackthereof, even tasted the air around her.

"Ah, now don't be shy. We are both creatures of the darkside are we not? What need do we have to fear each other?"

As if to prove his point, he made a slow approach toward her. It was not hesitant or fearful, rather it was confident and free of hurry. No weapon was visible on his person, but then he had never been one to fight directly. That was why the two beasts rarely left his side, for they were extensions of his will. Weapons in their own right.

"Come now, it has been so long since I have encountered an Umbaran of such beauty, how about we get better... acquainted."

 

[Lief]

Her eyes narrowed very subtly toward the presence of Kaz. Kära was by no means afraid of him, but she did not need to assert or prove as much, only the man with no power had to vocalize their 'power' and this was such a situation. Better say nothing and let it prove itself than soil her reputation, however much of that she held. The eighteen year old Sith simply followed his movements for a moment, before returning her gaze to the creatures. The Vornskr had won her attention again, it was a beautiful and magnificent creature, one she mildly envied him for.

"You're him, aren't you?" she said, instead, yet rather than utter the name she had hunted him by she instead said; "You're Valnor." It would have been rude of her to simply utter his first name, as if they were on personal terms. Which they were not. "And I am certain we are acquainted enough, Ser." Her hands settled down at her back, confident in her ability to fend off this man should he loose his hounds upon her. Kära felt nothing, there was no fear or anticipation, desire or disgust, she was simply remaining her practical self. She knew what she was here for, what she wanted; but the question was, would Kaz grant her the training she desired?

@[member="Kaz Valnor"]