Private W A R W I T C H

[Domina Prime]

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"We are, all of us, stardust. Held together by love for an instant~"

Niara​

The cursed mists of Dathomir swirled like restless spirits around the jagged mountains that clawed at the blood-red sky. Beneath their shadow, a lone figure moved with purpose, her towering form cutting through the gloom like a knife. Domina Prime, The Xeno Mandalorian, had come to this desolate world at the behest of a whisper—a voice carried not on the wind but from the blade clutched tightly in her claws.

The Mythosaur Axe, a weapon of fire and fury, radiated warmth that licked at her armored hands like the heat of a forge. Its whispers were insistent now, no longer soft hymns but commanding murmurs that pulled at the edges of her mind. It had judged her worthy of its attention, but this was only the beginning. The cursed blade demanded more—a test of resolve, of devotion, of destiny.

Domina descended deeper into the mountain's heart, her path illuminated by faint glimmers of bioluminescent moss clinging to the cavern walls. Ahead lay her destination: a shimmering crystal pool nestled within the mountain's depths, its surface reflecting an eerie, unnatural light. The water, still and silent, concealed a place of great significance—the burial site of the weapon's first wielder's child.

As she approached, the axe's warmth intensified, searing into her palms despite the beskar gauntlets that shielded her. Its whispers grew louder, their words bleeding into her thoughts:

"Beloved Sister. For you, there can be no turning back~"

Domina hesitated at the water's edge. Her tail coiled nervously, rattling with unease. She hated water—its depths, its unknowable dangers. But this fear would not stop her. She had promised the spirit bound within the axe, Furyia Prime, that she would heed its call.

"Don't worry, Sister," Domina murmured, her voice soft yet resolute. "With you, Dima will never be afraid."

She stepped into the pool. The cold water surged around her thighs, then her waist, sending a shiver through her body. Her breath caught, but she pushed onward, gripping the axe tighter as if it were an anchor. Finally, she knelt, letting the cursed steel sink into the crystalline depths.

The moment the blade touched the water, the pool erupted with light and heat. Steam rose in violent plumes, and the cavern trembled as if the mountain itself were awakening. The whispers became a deafening roar, a hymn of battle and fire that echoed in her ears and mind.

What wickedness had she unleashed?

 

[Niara]

Domina Prime
The felacatian nightsister clambered up the side of the mountain, a kiindray spider hauling some of the more worthwhile things she'd found along the way in a pack strapped to it back. It couldn't quite keep up with her if she had to actually fight, but the creature was large and could traverse basically anywhere. That was something that those who preffered rancors lacked, while rancors weren't incompetent at climbing, they were still incredibly inferior. Plus, they were just too big for a lot of locations the spiders came to easily.

Then she suddenly felt like the whole mountainside was rattling, she gripped herself closer to it her hairs standing on end and using her magic to further help steady herself. Then froze...was the mountain even shaking? She wasn't even sure right now. Her spider seemed largely unaffected. A shaking mountain was bad, but merely feeling like the mountain was shaking was far stranger. Yet, she didn't feel it was some kind of illusion. The tremor was over, if it did exist, and she realized why she hadn't been able to tell. Whether or not it did exist, something else was going on, something very near, and probably dangerous.

She hissed a few words commanding the spider to return home, Niara would have to investigate this herself. See what kind of threat was actually upon them. She didn't think it was any of her people. So just as long as there wasn't some mother of an enemy order out here, she felt she could probably handle it. That or some very angry spirit that was woken up. But she'd never had to face one of those, she doubted that was an option. At least one powerful enough to be the cause without provacation.

The cat-like woman prowled closer to the feeling, a cavern. And began going inside, she'd use no light. She saw well enough not to bother. Niara crouched down, prowling closer, and then stopped again. What the kriff is that? she thought staring ahead, she didn't recocnize whatever alien was ahead of her. While she may be very out of sync with the many species of the galaxies, she was fairly confident she'd never even heard of one like this. So, alien she didn't know about, with some kind of power manifesting here. What could that mean? Jedi? Sith? She muttered words to herself waving a hand casting a Spell of Open mind. Hoping to discern the thoughts of this alien woman before her before she got into whatever chaos was going on before her.