Serenity reigned.
The gentle rushing of the river set a placid scene for the mute girl only known as Evelynn. Naturally she had been drawn to Endor by the moon's impressive list of native fauna. For those uninitiated, this was her thing. If there were any direction that this young woman was heading it was towards the lofty realms of beast mastery. No planet or moon was too far, too dangerous, she would go to them all and seek out their creatures for her own personal bestiary.
As she sat cross-legged on the river bank a gurreck lay beside her.
Not at all her most challenging feat to date, the horned predator reminded her somewhat of Chomp, her faithful and deceased kath hound companion. It was the tusks that did it.
To match its new master's state of composure the creature settled low on the ground beside her, submissive, its mind hers to command, to control. Her fingers coiled around the gurreck's mane, twisting and pulling slightly at the coarse hair.
She could tell by the beast's size and scars that it had been the alpha of his pack, not to mention its mannerisms. Evelynn truthfully had not been seeking this creature, finding the four-legged mammal to be a touch garden variety, perhaps something you would find in a Hutt's palace but he had been so bold.
Emerging from the bush he had tried to impale her on those fierce tusks, glancing her side in the process.
The girl drew on that pain, she relished the blood that welled up and stained her delicate satin cloth. Her song of soothing was released, metaphorically of course, Evelynn was not in the habit of singing to animals. This wasn't a delightful animated film after all. Once tamed there was nothing else to it. Beast and girl, they were one.
The gentle rushing of the river set a placid scene for the mute girl only known as Evelynn. Naturally she had been drawn to Endor by the moon's impressive list of native fauna. For those uninitiated, this was her thing. If there were any direction that this young woman was heading it was towards the lofty realms of beast mastery. No planet or moon was too far, too dangerous, she would go to them all and seek out their creatures for her own personal bestiary.
As she sat cross-legged on the river bank a gurreck lay beside her.
Not at all her most challenging feat to date, the horned predator reminded her somewhat of Chomp, her faithful and deceased kath hound companion. It was the tusks that did it.
To match its new master's state of composure the creature settled low on the ground beside her, submissive, its mind hers to command, to control. Her fingers coiled around the gurreck's mane, twisting and pulling slightly at the coarse hair.
She could tell by the beast's size and scars that it had been the alpha of his pack, not to mention its mannerisms. Evelynn truthfully had not been seeking this creature, finding the four-legged mammal to be a touch garden variety, perhaps something you would find in a Hutt's palace but he had been so bold.
Emerging from the bush he had tried to impale her on those fierce tusks, glancing her side in the process.
The girl drew on that pain, she relished the blood that welled up and stained her delicate satin cloth. Her song of soothing was released, metaphorically of course, Evelynn was not in the habit of singing to animals. This wasn't a delightful animated film after all. Once tamed there was nothing else to it. Beast and girl, they were one.