Private Worth His While

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Darth Carnifex ​

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The newly wed Pomsty arranged for alone time with her Precious, without the usual interruptions caused by his galactic status. She requested his escort during a trek away from Malsheem to Mandalore of all places, a people nomadic like her own, yet as weaponized with blades and barbaric projectiles as the Nightsisters are adept, steeped in Magick.

She had articulated her entire itinerary to him, from her search for the Living Waters that were once hail to exist among the mines of Sundari, and desire to recreate the Mythosaur whose saliva was once secretly acquired by the Nightsisters of Dathomir and purposed for use in a most remarkable ancient potion, one not recreated in centuries.

His wifey number thirteen had hand packed her most alluring unmentionables, folded them carefully by hand and slipped them discreetly into her nearly bottomless carryall, her ensemble completed with her temptress perfume, intent to make the nights of this trip count as a second Honeymoon.

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No longer simply his Mistress, her life felt like a fairytale. Nothing else had changed much but her status, and the amount of time he spent with her lately. She still labored over articles of protection for him; and she wanted to do this too for him.

The adventure lies in discovering the ancient dry bed where the Waters of Life last existed, to recreate it into current existence from the most delicate spiritual standpoint, and to then locate and unearth a single fossil with the intention of bringing the Mythosaur back to life.

They left Malsheem hand in hand by way of Netherworld Travel to peer out over the place where the ancient Civic Center once existed.

"If you don't mind."

The Nightsister waved her hands over her lover and dressed him in a truly brilliant disguise, then doing the same to herself so that the Mandalorians would not recognize their identity.

"You can kill them after we gather what I require," she said, knowing he wants to have his fun as well, and he should! Her way would make things easiest to accomplish their goal.

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[Darth Carnifex]

"As you wish," rumbled the Dark Lord's voice through a visage unlike His true nature. Rather than the statuesque warlord, the Dark Lord wore the skin of a lesser creature; a disguise to distract and befuddle. Merchant's silks draped over a modest frame of golden skin, His face framed by a mane of fiery red hair flecked through with strands of silver. Deep azure eyes watched the raven-haired beauty at His side hungrily, a predator's gaze cutting through even the most sophisticated Nightsister magicks.

Below them stretched out Sundari, the former capital of the Mandalorian Clans from before Hammerfall. His hand directly orchestrated the city's destruction, from which it had never fully recovered its former glory. For a time, the ruins had played host to a Sith research base, but it had been abandoned long ago when the Sith withdrew from the system. What the Mandalorians had done with it since, the Dark Lord had never cared to learn.

He held the Nightmother close, tasting her essence before they both descended down towards their destination. "We must be swift and silent, it would not suffice to have these mongrels catch our scent."

Pom Stych Tivé ​

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Darth Carnifex ​

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His concern for her safety inspired her to cast him a full smile. Removing a bullet is never an easy task, and properly healing a wound after infection calls for rituals more painful to the healer than the patient.

They have the whole day ahead of them. She could have aparated them both to the target, but instead chose to revel in his company, until the moment their safety might be in jeopardy. Often she magickally elongates her height to match his, but this time she asked his permission to shrink him so his stature wouldn't stand out. The attire she chose for them, matched that of what few locals still existed in these parts, those criminals who refuse to fall under the sovereignty of the Sith Empire.

Everything she would ever require she took with her. He on one arm, and her near bottomless magickal purse over her other shoulder. As they made their way down towards the valley, she willfully parted a path through the thicket before them. Their ways were different, but between the two of them, she felt they could accomplish anything their hearts desire. The only difficult part was literally convincing others to willfully agree and become loyal followers. They could demand it of people, and be most successful through numerous channels. But she knew that once she released. Her hold on people, leaving them to their own thoughts, they become traitorous. Darth Carnifex ’s nature with others is just like this too, except towards her. She trusts him, and he should trust her too, for she is most sincere with him.

"How ever did I catch your eye, my love?" she asked, for her own beginnings had her naturally fashioned into the role of infidel. "Better yet, how did you ever convince me its love?" She didn't expect him to answer; nor did she require one.

Here and there she picked up flora samples and preserved them, intent to study their medicinal properties at length in the near future.

"I never would have imagined that your ways, could feel like second nature to someone of my background, despite much history between our people." History that was subjective to personal preference. Often times she felt their union symbolic of a joining of nations. But deep inside, it is far more to her, genuine. So many Nightsisters stood between two worlds, one of peace and one of war. Many stand as a go between for Mando and Sith.

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