Blake Morrigan
The Nightraven
"Reality is the finest flesh, oh bearer mine. And are you not...hungry?"
In a strange twist, reality now felt like a dream, while a dream felt more like reality. It was only there, locked deep away in slumber-like state, that the world felt a little more comforting to her. Skeletal forms writhed in roaring flames ripe with gluttony. Ashes rained eternally from a glaring red sky, kissing her throat and branding her eyes. Her mother's voice crooned lovingly in his ear in a deafening hymn, her shadows wrapping tighter around him, burning burning BURNING
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She never did figure out what she said to her every time she woke up.
Her mother's absence still felt heavy to her, even now. It had left behind a terrible ache, a bleeding fissure in her heart that threatened to spread with each heaving breath. This pain was new to Blake, worse than any wound she'd ever had to endure. How did one continue to function after their entire world disappeared? That was a question she'd never had to consider until now. She wanted them back. She wanted all of them here, with her. She wanted them safe and sound and she wanted them to never leave again and she wanted...she wanted—
It didn't matter what she wanted. In the end, the pendulum still swung, and time continued to move on. It was inexorable. It would not pause for her. It would not go back or reset and return things back to the way they'd once been, to the way she wanted it to. She had to be strong now. She had to look forward. There was no going back now, the only path that was left for her now was straight ahead. She wasn't doing this for herself, after all.
And then, in a single moment her piercing golden eyes would open. A dense forest all around her as the young Witch lifted her hands and examined herself when he arrived here. Her hands trembled, her heart thrashing against her ribs as the young woman slowly settled her mind and calmed her soul. She wasn't fully here yet...not completely. She took a moment to focus, mist curling slowly around her. The air in the forest growing heavy, teetering on the edge of something that almost felt comforting to her. She breathed it in deeply, broad chest heaving, and grabbed whatever reserves of strength within her that she could, pulling and tugging until it finally slipped through that bleeding fissure.
She exhaled slowly, and it was finally there, the details she had tried to desperately to project. She could see it now...every strand of hair and pound of flesh. With steady legs the Witch pressed forward, on and on until the mysterious raven haired woman came upon it. The Jedi Temple...she stood before the marvel in tattered rags that were only an excuse for clothing, her shirt ripped and gaping, leaving her pale skin exposed to the elements. Blake took a deep breath, advancing up the main temples stairs until she reached the top; finding two Jedi Guards at the entrance who both drew their gaze towards the Witch whom radiated dark side energy. Instantly putting them on high alert as they drew their lightsabers and forced them on with a loud 'PSSSHEEW', making the girl flinch as she slowly lifted her hands when they approached.
Blake trembled, sealing her eyes shut and whispering something under her breath before opening her eyes once again.
"I surrender~" She'd say bluntly, her gaze shifting to both of the guards who quickly froze and exchanged glances between one another. They cautiously approached, not saying a word as they examined the unarmed woman for any signs of weaponry only to find that in the torn and destroyed rags she was wearing it was impossible to hide a weapon anywhere. No only that but they sensed no hostility coming from Blake, and thus they proceeded to apprehend the young Sithling.
But something was off as they proceeded to walk her towards the temple. Her steady steps making quiet clacking sounds against the steel plated floors as she was escorted into the Jedi Temple many eyes were drawn to her position for but a brief moment. She could feel the eyes on her; looking through her as if they somehow knew her. It made Blake shudder, her eyes flicking back towards each guard when she was finally brought to a large interrogation room, a single table surrounded by guards who were posted against the walls. Blake was nervous, taking a seat in one of the open chairs and sitting there quietly as she averted her gaze to the floor and rubbed her arm, picking at one of the leather straps tied around her bicep to distract herself from the overwhelming amount of discomfort surrounding her at the moment as she waited to speak to someone who could help her.
This is where the fun began~
@Arisa Yune