Atham'aali'kema
Happily forgotten
The floor beneath him ached and moaned with a warning of foreboding. But this was but a babe in a man's body, clawing his way through the world. For all he knew, this was simply the sounds an old estate made when pressed with weight. Be it the weight of Eske or the weight of a Vong-Chiss.
Unhinged, he clamored down a pre-fabricated death trap. Layers of white webbing, territorial and reminding him of the harvesters on Selvaris, he barred his teeth as one layer caught him. Then another, then another. Until his descent was frozen in suspension. Barring his teeth as a cornered jackal, molten orbs turned upwards to the room he was just in. The shimmer of lightning and its thump, he exhaled as he shook his head and flexed. Fists in, fists out, the webbing grew tacky with his movement. Even more so, it clung to his armored flesh with a persistence that was only matched by his ignorance. Ignorance in what this what, ignorance in whether he would live through this.
He made peace with the possibilities, hanging his head to look at the abyss beneath him. Until he heard that familiar clatter in the thunderous applause. "Eske..." he said with a smile. The sort that he had learned from Mythos and Ophidia on Mindabaal. But here, he didn't understand his predicament. He was just comforted by that noise that escaped her lips. "...am I to be a part of your hunt?" He didn't need to be a force sensitive to know the expression of anticipation, even fleeting.
[member="Eske"]
Unhinged, he clamored down a pre-fabricated death trap. Layers of white webbing, territorial and reminding him of the harvesters on Selvaris, he barred his teeth as one layer caught him. Then another, then another. Until his descent was frozen in suspension. Barring his teeth as a cornered jackal, molten orbs turned upwards to the room he was just in. The shimmer of lightning and its thump, he exhaled as he shook his head and flexed. Fists in, fists out, the webbing grew tacky with his movement. Even more so, it clung to his armored flesh with a persistence that was only matched by his ignorance. Ignorance in what this what, ignorance in whether he would live through this.
He made peace with the possibilities, hanging his head to look at the abyss beneath him. Until he heard that familiar clatter in the thunderous applause. "Eske..." he said with a smile. The sort that he had learned from Mythos and Ophidia on Mindabaal. But here, he didn't understand his predicament. He was just comforted by that noise that escaped her lips. "...am I to be a part of your hunt?" He didn't need to be a force sensitive to know the expression of anticipation, even fleeting.
[member="Eske"]