Visions of Boreas

[Xevek Nekonis]

Tygara: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51999-tygara/
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Tygara, a planet with varying ecosystems depending on where one was, an unusual happenstance considering the numerous planets spread across the blank canvas of space, of which a good majority had only one ecosystem and climate that was shared across the entire surface of the world. Tygara had deserts and forests populating the middle region of the planet and a moderately cold climate on the Southern pole, but one lone Zabrak was more focussed on the Northern, where ice and snow reigned on the surface and all inhabitants retreated below ground to live. Where sub-zero winds blew and snow banks fought with icy mountains to dominate the horizon.

In the middle of the hellish and frozen storm currently being blown across the Northern Pole, one grey spec of colour stood out against it's white and bright backdrop. There, a single starship, by no means big, lay with engines off and no signs of life inside. Instead, the only sign of the owner of the ship was currently outside of it, daring to stare in the face of the icy storm.

Naked, exposing his sculptured and scar covered (particularly the right side) and tattoo riddled body, a single Zabrak with a mop of ash grey hair stood as still as a statue, ignoring the wind and snow as it battered into his tall 6' 2" frame. Suddenly, the figure began to move, executing a display of acrobatics and his energy movements that looked to be a dance but was, in fact, a simple Kata. Crouching low before jumping high into a kick then landing in a crouch again before shifting into a different move, the Zabrak was a blur of movement as he called upon the latent Force of the planet he stood upon and used it in augmentation of his muscles.

Slowing to a standstill, Xavka focussed on his breathing once again, diverting his attention away from the bitter cold that nipped at his body and flowed around him like praying devils and monstrosities that plagued nightmares. He focussed on using the Force to fight against the cold, to warm his body, to protect his skin from the damages the frozen environment sought to inflict.

After his breathe had slowed, Xavka once again sprang into movement. Flowing seamlessly into one of the many Katas his fighting style, Zobaena - Control Over Breathe, demanded to be mastered in order for the art of movement that it was be utilised effectively in a fight. Left behind him on the lowered ramp of the ship, ignored by the naked Zabrak were Xavka's clothes: a simple jacket, trousers and nothing else, no footwear were in sight.


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[Coryth Elaris]

Days prior, Coryth had been sound asleep in her bed on Tygara. She had people to tend to, things to do. Much work was there for her, and for the most part she had slept soundly. Though her dreams were soon interrupted in a way that only a vision could, altering her perception ever so slightly. But enough, that she would recognize the dream for what it was in the morning. A fragment of the future shown to her and her alone.

Here it showed her someone new, someone close by. In the frozen cold North, of the very world she was on. She had seen it plain as day, her training him. And she had to find him. Sooner rather than later. This simply would not wait.

A few days later, the time had seem to come. Her body and mind both itch with the feeling of the future coming to clash with the present. She had no idea how this was going to go as she borrowed a droid to pilot for her and took a small ship to the far north continent.

Landing in the snow, Coryth took a moment to wrap herself warmly to prepare for the winds outside. A presence was certainly here, above the snow, ice and soil. It almost felt like a kindred spirit in a way to hers. With a sigh she waited for the boarding ramp to lower, and walked out into the frigid air. With careful moderation of her temperature, just like Kaida had taught her not so long ago ... She helped to ease the transition from warmth to cold. Now just to find the young being that she had seen in her vision.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

The intricate dance the Zabrak was participating in came to a sudden stop as a new presence made itself know on the edge of his sense. Xavka turned instinctively in the direction of the anomaly, but found that all he could currently see was the endless white blanket of snow, both fresh and fallen, as a snow storm began to start, kicking up flurries of the white powder. The Forcre was singing to him that this presence was there to see him, but his skill in Precognition was showing him nothing of any threat. Shrugging, Xavka returned to his dance.

A little known fact to all but Zabrak , was that the Ghost-speakers, the translated name for Jath, earned their title after an apprenticeship and diving an event of the future. Only the Jath learnt of the method to divine these events, called Ghost Walking. It was thought among many Zabrak that Jath gained their wisdom from the ghosts of the ancestors, hence the name of their title. While he had been among his Clan, Xavka had earned the title of Jath and it was the method of Ghost Walking that he used know, to divine what the presence was here for.

Slowly beginning his dance again, Xavka ignored his nakedness once again, as well as the biting chill he felt, and focussed in on his mind. Soon he had entered a form of meditation while moving. All he could feel was the Force flowing through him and around him. Ignoring that feeling for now, Xavka reached deeper into his own mind, then beyond it, until he could feel the threads that tethered his mind to his body. Slowly, one by one, he untied the threads, letting them flap freely in an intangible breeze; as he did so the movements of his body began to speed up. Eventually, minuets later, only one thread was left, the one that contained the sensation of his body's movements. Letting go and using the remaining thread as a life line, Xavka cast his mind into the storm of the Force.

Visions blurred before his mental vision. Visions of a woman, older than he, and himself. Visions of the snowy field he was currently in. Visions of him following the woman's instructions in a lesson. That was all he got to see before the sensations got to be too much and he pulled himself back into his body, quickly refastening the tethers. The whole he thing had taken only seconds.

Blinking his eyes open and pulling his body to a stop, Xavka collapsed to his knees. Covering his body was a thin sheen of sweat and trails of blood dripped from his nostrils and ears. Wiping the blood away, Xavka collapsed backwards, absentmindedly registering that the woman's presence had approach during his time Ghost Walking.


[member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Coryth approached slowly. There was no telling how this being would react to her. After all, she knew little about him aside from the brief vision she had of him. Such things only gave so much information, the rest she would have to figure out on her own.

Cresting the top of a hill, she looked down to see the naked Zabrak on his knees in the snow. Granted naked creatures she had seen plenty of being a surgeon, but still in the frigid cold she did wonder how he managed to survive it. Surely he has a skill like Tapas. She thought to herself.

She paused for a moment, to assess the situation and get a feeling for it within the Force. Reaching out she touched lightly upon his mind, just attempting to get a feel for his state of being. Seeing him fall onto his back, Coryth threw caution to the wind and raced forward to him. "Are you alright?" She asked as she skidded to a halt in the snow and knelt down beside him. Her first instinct to reach and check for a pulse, to get a better grip on how his body was reacting.

A glance was stolen over her shoulder, back in the direction of her ship. Wondering if perhaps it would be for the best to see him to it. Though, still she wondered why in the worlds he was in the snow like this to begin with. "Come now, you shouldn't be in the snow like this. Not alone." She worried for his core temperature, and general health as a whole. To her, this wasn't healthy, and made little sense. Though her mind did wander, Perhaps he was training. After all to test something like Tapas, frigid places like this are entirely useful. Still naked? I'd never dream of that.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Yellow eyes snapped open as he head the feminine voice speak up above him, finally allowing him to match voice to face as he saw the same woman in his visions above him. However, in his visions he had
never got the chance to see the woman clearly so took the time to scan his eyes over her face committing it to his memory to later attach a name to.

The woman had long, reddish-brown hair that currently hung down around him like a curtain as she knelt above him. Her light green eyes seemed to be scanning over him and from the feint expression of worry etched onto her thin face, she seemed to be looking him over for any signs of injury.

Grunting, Xavka pushed himself to a seated position, making sure not to impact his forehead into the woman's, he held no illusion that it would hurt for him, he knew it wouldn't, but his Orat that were not beneath his hair would more than likely cut into the woman's head. Reaching a hand out, he called his clothes to him, and stood gingerly, mindful of the headache he was still experiencing. As he pulled his trousers up and wrapped his black, silk, martial arts jacket around his frame, he reached a hand down to help the woman to her feet. It was not that he did not think that she was a dainty woman he needed help, the callouses on her hands proved otherwise, but his Aunt had literally beaten manners into his head through many, many spars.

"May I ask," Xavka's gravelly and low voice broke the blanket of silence over the immediate area, "why you are here?" While he held the knowledge that this woman would end up teaching him, at least, she would if he had read the vision right, he still did not know why she had come and that puzzled him.


[member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Concern was still etched across her features as his eyes finally opened. She only watched as he sat up, soon to rise from the snow covered ground. Turning she accepted his hand and with some effort pulled herself to her feet.

She smiled softly, and gave a shrug, "I saw myself coming here, meeting you. Such visions, cannot be ignored. Especially when there is more to that future." She said quietly. "I did see myself training you. Whether that is on down the road, further in the future ... I do not know. But alas, that is just the fragment I have. The future is strange like that." Reaching up, she brushed the fiery locks back from her face and sighed. "As crazy as all of that may sound, that is why I am here. The Force showed me the way, and I followed."

Coryth hoped he knew of the talents of Jedi like herself, and the possibilities of seeing the future. Otherwise she might end up just sounding like a crazy woman here in the snow, for no good reason. "So, I'm here to offer just that, if that is something you might desire." For she couldn't help but notice his presence in the force, and felt duty bound to offer such training.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka let out his usual chuckle, a dark and slightly sarcastic sounding one that had a tone like it had been dragged over some sort of abrasive material. Reaching up he pinched the bridge of his nose before pulling forwards, in the unconscious habit he had. "Yes, training from one who feels as strong as yourself would be most appreciated." Holding up a hand, Xavka caused blue sparks of electricity to arc between his fingers with sharp snaps.

"As you can see, I have some training in the Force, but I would be in your debt if you are willing to extend my knowledge in the mysticisms of this thing e call the Force." Withholding a grimace, Xavka bowed low to the woman despite his grievances to do so. His experiences as a slave had compounded with his natural urge to never bow that came from being an Iridonian, but he knew that if he was to be taught by one who felt as strong, if as Light, in the Force as this woman did, it may have been best to stow his pride.

Turning, Xavka strode towards his nearby ship, beckoning over his shoulder for the woman to follow. "You know, it is ironic that you speak of seeing yourself training myself through a vision of the Force. It seems that we had the same experience." Twisting, he flashed a fanged smile at the woman. "Anyway, you coming? I make a good Kephit." Turning, Xavka continued onto his ship before pausing and turning back, head tilted. "What's your name? You never said."


[member="Coryth Elaris"]