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29-04-2023, 12:29 PM
What Is Dead~ May Never Die
A bitter chill rummaged through the caverns, brushing across the blades of grass as they fluttered majestically in unison across the open plains, a rhythm, a wave, collectively dancing to the very sounds of the howling winds. Devoid of life, these tainted lands were scorched by war, yet there were places untouched, unscathed, filled with life, filled with the force. This was such a place. The Autumn bloom shun through the crude visage of a man destined to kill a ghost, and within the field stood a white lotus- beaten by wrath, broken by determination, tainted by war and alive, serenaded by peace, living a moment in focus of life surrounding her, her tender fingers brushing over each individual long strand that came forth to meet her from the fertile earth beneath her feet.
"I envy the eyes of those who can see the tranquility of life in full. Eyes beknown to the shades of color transcribed to you through the will of the force. Life here is a great accomplishment, destined to find comfort and return a hold of land that was once scarred by mortal beings~ destructive beings..."
But the force must always find balance, and so the destructive nature came with a shimmer of crimson, blazing alight life beneath its wake. Grass became wilted, a husk of its former beauty under the strenuous wrath of supercharged plasma. Stood a man unbeknown to the beauty before him, the pleasures of what the force brought to this world, the life that fertile land provided, but such a man stood in the field of life, gazing upon that which took his own- with distaste, with a fury only a child betrayed would could display to one they held dear.
"You see so much- Yet you see so little. Irony. You care now for destruction in progress, but do not reflect on the destruction done. Are my scars not important enough for you, sister?"
The winds brushing the abundance of life away from the hands of the woman, life so close to her reach, yet so far. She closed her eyes, a tension within them that caused pain, an allowed sting of both chill and words shimmered down her spine. A moment of reflection is all she needed before she turned to face the wrath, and upon her parting lips she opened her eyes, a thoughtful compassion trailing through the once shallow woman, the thoughts of wishing she could see the face of the man betrayed.
"You are still important to me."
A respite presented itself upon the exchange, the distant siblings taking their time to reflect upon one another, like two flowers segregated from one another through time and two earths, one growing through scarred land, deformed, broken and somehow flourishing, and the other finding the comfort of an ocean of abundance, decadent and surreal, fluttering above the plantation like a beacon of hope. The betrayed huffed amusement, gesturing his crimson talon towards his segregated kin, a venomous sputter forcing itself from his jaws.
"I am done longing for a sister to cherish me. Done are the days of me aiming to appease her. To show her that despite her neglect, her fear mongering- that I will stand strong. It must pain you, sister, knowing that I am the very weapon you created, as you intended. But now I will not be shackled under your reign any longer, for I serve a true Sith. I am A'tul Kelsa, Sith of the Empire- by your training, but you, Jadie Priaa, you are no longer my sister."
Words, bitter, filled with anguish. From the eyes of the man trailed a single droplet of water, his teeth gritting to further amplify the pain he suffered, a barking an echo the trailed across the vast landscape, but his mouth did support the slightest yet cruelest smile, an ironic solace within a fractured soul. The woman froze, the words held her hostage, and for that moment, her heart did break. She parted her mouth and yet nothing trailed from it, shakily did she allow an exhale to express her emotions. Her right hand slithered from it's sleeve, and hesitantly it grappled onto the metallic hilt that hung loosely upon her side, but she did not claim it fully into her hand.
"I want you to suffer with this knowledge. I want it to fester within you. Let it control you, until your dying breath. You will know that I will be your greatest accomplishment, and your greatest failure. But as you once said, Jadie Priaa, time will tell."
The wind grew colder, and the aura that supported life begun to falter under the destructive presence. The white flower begun to wilt, and from her own eyes came forth a trail of water, overwhelming regret filling the void and alternating serenity with pain. The once pillar of strength buckling under the gravity of her own destruction. Her hands crunching at her side as they manifested ripples of fluctuating energy, sparked not by serenity, but by the power of the Dark Side. The pale and darkened visage of the man watching transformed to a satisfied glee, even if temporarily, seeing the very woman who crippled him physically, mentally, too finding her inwards 'perfection' shattered by the irony of the emotions shared. Jadie did turn, and in her own fury, own denial, she burst from her hands a wave of immense kinetic energy, rumbling the very ground that both stood- ripping all manner of life from their roots and spurting fragments of dirt and rock across the open grounds, destroying the very life she swore to protect. A'tul Kelsa opened his arms, embraced the chaos coming towards him, allowing it to break his physical being, for there was nothing this woman could do now that would hurt him any further. Both brother and sister became numb, one satisfied and awaiting the wrath to claim him, and the other screaming out, allowing the cascading power ventured from her being to numb her pain.It did not...
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A bitter chill rummaged through the caverns, brushing across the blades of grass as they fluttered majestically in unison across the open plains, a rhythm, a wave, collectively dancing to the very sounds of the howling winds. Devoid of life, these tainted lands were scorched by war, yet there were places untouched, unscathed, filled with life, filled with the force. This was such a place. The Autumn bloom shun through the crude visage of a man destined to kill a ghost, and within the field stood a white lotus- beaten by wrath, broken by determination, tainted by war and alive, serenaded by peace, living a moment in focus of life surrounding her, her tender fingers brushing over each individual long strand that came forth to meet her from the fertile earth beneath her feet.
"I envy the eyes of those who can see the tranquility of life in full. Eyes beknown to the shades of color transcribed to you through the will of the force. Life here is a great accomplishment, destined to find comfort and return a hold of land that was once scarred by mortal beings~ destructive beings..."
But the force must always find balance, and so the destructive nature came with a shimmer of crimson, blazing alight life beneath its wake. Grass became wilted, a husk of its former beauty under the strenuous wrath of supercharged plasma. Stood a man unbeknown to the beauty before him, the pleasures of what the force brought to this world, the life that fertile land provided, but such a man stood in the field of life, gazing upon that which took his own- with distaste, with a fury only a child betrayed would could display to one they held dear.
"You see so much- Yet you see so little. Irony. You care now for destruction in progress, but do not reflect on the destruction done. Are my scars not important enough for you, sister?"
The winds brushing the abundance of life away from the hands of the woman, life so close to her reach, yet so far. She closed her eyes, a tension within them that caused pain, an allowed sting of both chill and words shimmered down her spine. A moment of reflection is all she needed before she turned to face the wrath, and upon her parting lips she opened her eyes, a thoughtful compassion trailing through the once shallow woman, the thoughts of wishing she could see the face of the man betrayed.
"You are still important to me."
A respite presented itself upon the exchange, the distant siblings taking their time to reflect upon one another, like two flowers segregated from one another through time and two earths, one growing through scarred land, deformed, broken and somehow flourishing, and the other finding the comfort of an ocean of abundance, decadent and surreal, fluttering above the plantation like a beacon of hope. The betrayed huffed amusement, gesturing his crimson talon towards his segregated kin, a venomous sputter forcing itself from his jaws.
"I am done longing for a sister to cherish me. Done are the days of me aiming to appease her. To show her that despite her neglect, her fear mongering- that I will stand strong. It must pain you, sister, knowing that I am the very weapon you created, as you intended. But now I will not be shackled under your reign any longer, for I serve a true Sith. I am A'tul Kelsa, Sith of the Empire- by your training, but you, Jadie Priaa, you are no longer my sister."
Words, bitter, filled with anguish. From the eyes of the man trailed a single droplet of water, his teeth gritting to further amplify the pain he suffered, a barking an echo the trailed across the vast landscape, but his mouth did support the slightest yet cruelest smile, an ironic solace within a fractured soul. The woman froze, the words held her hostage, and for that moment, her heart did break. She parted her mouth and yet nothing trailed from it, shakily did she allow an exhale to express her emotions. Her right hand slithered from it's sleeve, and hesitantly it grappled onto the metallic hilt that hung loosely upon her side, but she did not claim it fully into her hand.
"I want you to suffer with this knowledge. I want it to fester within you. Let it control you, until your dying breath. You will know that I will be your greatest accomplishment, and your greatest failure. But as you once said, Jadie Priaa, time will tell."
The wind grew colder, and the aura that supported life begun to falter under the destructive presence. The white flower begun to wilt, and from her own eyes came forth a trail of water, overwhelming regret filling the void and alternating serenity with pain. The once pillar of strength buckling under the gravity of her own destruction. Her hands crunching at her side as they manifested ripples of fluctuating energy, sparked not by serenity, but by the power of the Dark Side. The pale and darkened visage of the man watching transformed to a satisfied glee, even if temporarily, seeing the very woman who crippled him physically, mentally, too finding her inwards 'perfection' shattered by the irony of the emotions shared. Jadie did turn, and in her own fury, own denial, she burst from her hands a wave of immense kinetic energy, rumbling the very ground that both stood- ripping all manner of life from their roots and spurting fragments of dirt and rock across the open grounds, destroying the very life she swore to protect. A'tul Kelsa opened his arms, embraced the chaos coming towards him, allowing it to break his physical being, for there was nothing this woman could do now that would hurt him any further. Both brother and sister became numb, one satisfied and awaiting the wrath to claim him, and the other screaming out, allowing the cascading power ventured from her being to numb her pain.It did not...
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