The Sunrise, and the Sunset

[Kaine O'Doran]

Silver Jedi Territory, Kashyyyk, Undergrowth Forests​

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Massive trees dotted the landscape which ever-expanded into the horizon, standing as though they were unnatural and otherworldly monuments among a grove of wide-stretching and wide-reaching forests of 'normal' trees. The towering Wroshyr Trees gave off the illusion of blocking off any and all light, seemingly casting the entire surface of Kashyyyk into a perpetual darkness. Yet, the light from the sun fought its way through the dense branches of these trees, blanketing the vivid and lush surface of Kashyyyk in a haze of illuminating light. Every day, the sun rose and the sun fell. Every day, the sunlight struggled to fight its way through the large branches of the massive trees which the Wookie Homeworld was known for. Every day, the branches held the sunlight back and in some instances, it succeeded...temporarily of course. Every day, the Sun rose and the Sun feel on the world of Kashyyyk. Such was the nature of the endless and fruitless battle between the Light and the Dark, the Good and the Bad. It was a battle as old as time, a battle as natural as water eroding rock. A religious war is what some believed it was, while others believed it was a mere war of ideology, a war of love, a war for freedom. Whatever their intentions, it didn't matter...all it did was continue the never-ending cycle of constant warring between two separate yet similar sphere of the force.

Kaine didn't know what he fought for. He didn't know why he was fighting. He didn't know why he had joined the brutal regime of the Sith Empire. All the man, the wolf knew, was that he had been drawn to the dark side of the force, towards the sphere of intoxicating influence which was the Sith. If the man had to put one reason as to why he had joined the Sith Empire consciously, he would say it would have come from a place of vengeance, a place of revenge after those who had wrongly exiled him. He had killed his fellow pack member that much was true. Though, the pack elders didn't know why, nor did they have to. Kaine, the 'Exiled Wolf' as he came to be called, had killed and with that came the punishment of branding and exile. The flesh from his branding still felt tender, and with each step, he took in his bestial wolf form he winced in pain and a self-hatred of himself. It wasn't that the wound was painful, no...it was the remembrance of the sensation of the hot metal against his fur when he had been in his wolf form that brought the pain. Though he couldn't do anything about that now.

The white wolf crept through the thick undergrowth which laid wedged between the gaze of the Wroshyr Trees that hung above him as though they were hands that meant to close up the world from his vision. Padded footprints patted softly against the moist soil of the earth, it was clear that it had rained recently. The wolf raised it's head upwards towards the sky and sniffed the air. A tang of flesh reached the wolf's nostrils, though it was difficult to make out what it was. Its neck reared down towards the ground, inhaling the air at ground level. And then, it had caught the scent of something to go after. The wolf knew it could be Jedi, a creature he didn't necessarily hate though he felt a strange sensation, a drawing from the force to go after them.

 

[Rhane Varless]

Location: Kashyyyk​

Objective: Swim​

Tag: [member="Kaine O'Doran"]​

Rhane Varless was perhaps one of the most most active Jedi currently enrolled in the Silver Jedi Order, if not one of the most active in the entire history of the Jedi. Daily swims, jogs, rock climbing and runs were considered, not just commonplace, but mandatory. His head intermediately bobbed out of the water to refresh his oxygen supply before returning to the depths to continue his laps. The Besalisk had cast his garments, weapons and equipment in a large container conveniently located on the shore. Rhane infrequently visited this particular swimming spot along the shores of Kashyyyk, but did so enough to justify the placement of a locking container. His belongs remained in the box, safely locked away from the outside world.

Rhane finished his last lap and returned to land, checking his pace, heartbeat and time on his holopad. He became engrossed in the statistics, blotting out most of his sensory information from the outside world. His pace appeared to be higher than usual, perhaps due to a recent increase in the frequency of his training. He smiled and and grunted satisfactorily, pleased at his work. Setting the holopad down, he began to decide whether to return to the water or take his equipment and head back to SIlver's Rest.

 

[Kaine O'Doran]

Silver Jedi Territory, Kashyyyk, Undergrowth Forests
[member="Rhane Varless"]
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Truth be told, Kaine knew why he was here on Kashyyyk --- a place right in the heart of the Silver Jedi territory. He had been assigned to hunt down Jedi, to kill them. He didn't know why he had been assigned to kill them, but he didn't much care. He knew if a Jedi got the chance to kill him, they would. It was a kill or be killed world as his parents had taught him, and their words seemed even truer now. If a Jedi saw him on the field of battle, there would be no hesitation from the Jedi to not stab a weapon into his back, it was fair this way the wolf supposed. He had no worry about killing the Jedi, he was a trained, bestial fighting machine crafted from the natural world of predator and prey. With no sense of morals, the Exiled Wolf would go to any means to survive any situation. With no sense of morals, he would go to any means to fight the battle, and to win the battle without any fault of his own.

The padded paws of the white wolf softly pressed against the soil, creating wolf tracks in their wake as they moved and stopped, moved and stopped. Its triangular ears were fixated upwards towards the sky, listening for any sound, whether it be the sound of frantic footsteps or the crunch of a twig underfoot in the distance. The scar that cut through the wolf's white fur across its shoulder told the folly of not being observant to one's surroundings. It was a lesson the young wolf had earned the hard way, and it wasn't a lesson it was intending to learn again. The wolf kept its neck jutted upwards, while its head was leveled out straight as it walked towards the scent of something which was alive. Just by the scent of the air, it could teel that whatever it was hunting was sentient and capable of intelligent thought. It had taken a few years of hunting and tracking, though the wolf had begun to notice a difference in the scents of non-sentients and sentient creatures; sentient creatures had a much more diverse give-off of pheromones and hormones which made them stick out like a sore thumb with enough training as a tracker. Truth be told, the only reason they did stand out to the wolf so easily was because of both his years of hunting and his inherent force sensitivity. Though that was all the wolf knew about this thing it was hunting, all he knew was that it was sentient.

As the white wolf approached the edge of the forest, it stopped dead in its tracks when it saw the movement of a four-armed humanoid....just out of reach, beyond the reach of the forest. That must be what I was smelling. The wolf didn't move however, it just stood there and kept it's fur covered body to the shadows as it watched the humanoid with inherent curiosity and interest. Something was different about this creature, an unseen presence, the Force, was telling this to the wolf though the wolf didn't know what it meant.

 

[Rhane Varless]

Location: Kashyyyk
Objective: Swim
Tag: Kaine O'Doranhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/20120-kaine-odoran/

Rhane threw the holopad up towards the lockbox, the sand breaking the device's impact. He decided against swimming for today, instead relenting to the lazy ambitions of his psyche and resolving to return to Silver Rest. As he got closer to the box, just a few meters away from his belongings, he looked up and spotted a wolf in the woods. He halted in his tracks and, if the wolf remained calm, he would place his hand up as a sign of non-aggression. After that, time seemed to stand still, neither he nor the wolf moving. He observed the wolf, and noticed something...off. The dark side was here.

Rhane subtly attempted to unlock the lockbox and retrieve his items but was unable to do so because the box was coated in Terentatek hide, making tampering with either the box or the items inside impossible. He would have to manually unlock it. However, he found a work around. He reached out using the force, finding a nearby rock and and threw it against the box sending it hurtling towards himself...

 

[Kaine O'Doran]

Silver Jedi Territory, Kashyyyk, Undergrowth Forests
[member="Rhane Varless"]
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Kaine didn't attack the Jedi, no, he didn't, he didn't move from his current position. Instead, he just stood there amongst the grove of trees close to the edge of the forest. Kaine was more of a physical fighter, preferring to fight and ask questions later, he acted on more instinct than anything else. He was uneducated, having no actual formal schooling of any educational sort. He never would have had any anyways, a wolf had no need for a proper education, a wolf had no need for schooling or the learning of the maths, sciences, histories, and languages. He wasn't an idiot, however, even though he wasn't educated. He had been honed by years of hunting and living exclusively in his wolf form, he had only recently a two or three years ago finally taken a human form which felt alien to him. It was why he normally walked around in his wolf form it was far more...efficient. If all of his years of hunting and stalking and taking down both large and small predators and prey taught the male anything, it taught him the worthiness of a trained mind in the art of patience, in waiting, waiting for the right moment. He would wait to attack this creature, a creature from which he sensed the light-side from. Going after him now would prove folly and a foolish endeavor.

The snow-white wolf's head reared up as it's neck muscles forced both it's head and neck to stand straight ahead. It's leveled, predatory canine head stared straight towards the creature. Animalistic orange eyes watched the large, four-armed male with curiosity and with a hunger to kill. Twelve feet stood between the two solitary figures, the supposed Jedi and the large white wolf. Even at that distance, it would be obvious to the light-sided individual that this wolf was massive, larger than most. Most wolves stood a meager three feet at the shoulder with the length of roughly five or six feet in their body length. The Exiled Wolf, however, was an exception to this naturally occurring trend of genetic imperfection. It stood five feet at the shoulder along with a length of seven feet. The wolves body weighed in at three hundred pounds, and most of that was muscle, making it a deadly and twisted contraption of nature. And nature hadn't finished working on the wolf's imposing size yet. The wolf's head cocked to the side when the supposed light-sider in front of it brought it's palm up to face it