Almira Izlay'ti
Character
Slender fingers lightly came to rest upon the frozen Carbonite, tracing along the outline of the woman lain in repose. Crimson red hues, as stunning and shocking as the golden-yellow hues of the passed Duchess fell upon her face. There was no sadness, no tears. She felt not pity nor wanted it. She felt not sadness, nor did she want others mourning. As she stood there it was clear to many, even those whom could not touch the force.
Rage...
Anger...
Hatred...
They all coalesced upon the woman, pouring off of her and flowing through the room as if she where the head of a river. Her hand remained upon the slab of Carbonite, moving upon the cheek that she remembered as soft and loving. Fond memories flooded her mind of times spent with her mother, and just as quickly anger and hatred flooded into her mind. Someone had taken the Duchess from her, someone had taken her mother.
It had been too late to protect her, too late to stop what had been set in motion. She barely had time to even register what was happening, and what was worst, her own daughter watched her beloved grandmother fall. That stung the most, knowing that her child had seen the whole scene unfold. All that she remembered was the heavy sound of the tea glass dropping before the thud of a warm body touched the floor.
Clutching her hand into a fist, balling it tightly the rage flowed more heavily now, the small objects about the room began to shake slightly from the tremors that rippled through the force. She couldn't understand, she kept asking herself why it had happened. The Duchess was calling for Peace. Calling for Order to the Chaos of the galaxy. She wanted Balance in the Force, and now there would be none. There would be no Peace, there would be no Balance. All that could be promised was that there would be Order, order brought at the tip of a blade.
"I have no need for your condolences."
Her voice spoke out, filled with just as much hatred and seething in pain. Barely looking over her shoulder the crimson red hue of her eye glance over the being before she returned to her own mourning. Her eyes falling upon the Duchess that lay in repose. The only thing left of her was pressing against the woman's hand. Looking down she saw a kindred spirit, one whom was feeling just as much pain as she. Nisal, her mother's Nexu remained at her side now, and she already knew whom she would entrust the beast too.
"I have a need for your vengeance."
[member="Adrian"]
[member="Alena Beswin"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
[member="Darth Arcis"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Enigma"]
[member="Felicity Mason"]
[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]
[member="Leilani Paaie"]
[member="Shakk Awaud"]
[member="Tarek'Gor"]
[member="Teto Gravos"]
[member="Zerrene Torran"]