She beamed at the kiss, swimming back to the shore with him, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into when she picked up the cute, smooth Jedi back during that battle. Well... maybe picked up was the wrong word. Make no mistake about it, she was not kind to him at first, and the way...
Kendra was a bit surprised her opponent had taken the hit, and doubly so when she made no attempt to retaliate. Whoever wanted her this time apparently was pretty intent on her being alive... why, though? Usually it was a 'come with me so I can kill you quietly' kind of deal, but the noisey kind...
Kendra recoiled form the shock, falling back and to her knees, a cry escaping her lips from the unexpected use of Force Lightning. The jolt surprised her more than anything, she had spent too long being subjected to the stuff to go down from just that. But, still, it was damn Force Lightning...
Kendra returned Hareth's scowl, staring down at the short Arkanian. Was this little slip really trying to give her shit? She looked more like she should be in school than out in place like this, looking for someone like Kendra. Kendra let her grab her arm, keeping her saber against the girl. No...
Of course, never a single moment of fucking peace. Couldn't enjoy anything without someone annoying her, and he hadn't even been here for that long. It was a sweet gig, too. Kendra paid them damned well, she'd stab the occasional shitbag in the face and take his shit, and they'd lowkey let her...
Shocked at first, Lazzis retaliated by surging up from beneath Rokuro, hooking her hands beneath his arms and tossing him a few feet away, into the water. She was all smiles now, excited to horse around with her lover. Not that long ago, he have been scolded, maybe even hurt for that. Maybe it...
KENDRA CEALLAIGH
AGE
► 38
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 5'10''
WEIGHT
► 160
EYE COLOR
► Grey
HAIR COLOR
► Blonde
HOMEWORLD
► Spacer
GENDER
► Female
FACTION
► GALAF
RANK
►
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
BIOGRAPHYKendra's life, from birth to death, has and will forever have a single, prime...
Lazzis stretched again, smiling as she took her puppy's measure in her eyes. She didn't mind him sitting over her at all, not like she once might have anyway, enjoying the feeling his his closeness. She sat up as he stepped away and into the waters, cracking her neck while reaching down to her...
She moaned softly at his voice, his sound rousing her to wakefulness. It was a slow wake, she was used to leaving her sleep with him soaking it her by now. She hid it, but they both knew she probably enjoyed it. Her right eye cracked open, just a sliver of enough to see him while he legs and...
Her puppy was always better at finding beautiful places than she was. This was easily one of her favorite places, one of the few places that she knew of that she felt truly relaxed, free of responsibility and rage and lust and just... everything that so often swirled and clouded her mind. The...
Lazzis cocked an eye at Arsolyn. I mean, sure, she wasn't fully paying attention, but that wasn't out of any sort of lagging tiredness or weighing concerns. Sure, she had her own worries about the future and the different problems facing her beloved Yahm, dear sister, and the rest of the ragtag...
Lazzis could tell before her blow struck true that she was going to land the hit. Rokuro had charged her, but she was just an instant too fast, regaining her composure just with a fraction of a second to spare, surprising him with her move and catching him with a downward strike to his injured...
Lazzis wasn't the biggest fan of returning to battlefields after the whole trying to murder each other part was done. Tension and adrenaline and the thrill of battle were replaced with an ugly calm of melancholy, nothing but a lingering reminder of suffering and snuffed lives. If war was a fire...