The scorching sands of Korriban offered little solace to life itself through the millennia. Thousands of years before the Je'daii arrived, the Sith Purebloods craved and coveted the mysteries and wonders that the dark side offered. Perfecting their art and drawing upon its limitless power to create the most obscene and dangerous beasts. The Sith after them crafted even greater works, seeming all but unstoppable before perishing with their masterpieces.
To say that Cyutadakyr was disappointed in her own inability to thus far master its artistic flair, was an understatement. The Acolyte had been away from home for so long, far longer than she had imagined when the Empire fell. Not until the news had reached her of the chaotic collapse of Imperial rule did she find her way back. Fresh from her recent failure, the deep scar tissue upon her chest beneath her black robe painfully reminded her of the price for failure.
Her people had lived here forever, pulled down from their mighty seat of power and subjugated by what would become the Sith Order. Almost driven into extinction, the many clusters of purebloods existed among the Sith core worlds, and an intriguing possibility existed for their rise once more. But that wasn't one of Cyu's priorities right now, for there was much work and power to be seized.
Looking out across the sands that seemed to stretch in all directions, waiting for her companion to join her today. They were a short walk from an ancient ruin, bare but a few Sith markings, but this would serve as a guide on where they would need to go next on their little spiritual journey. Although it was certain to be a difficult task and one that would prove to be quite frustrating if she couldn't master its potent attributes. When she finally did arrive, Cyu was not impressed with what she initially saw.
With a sarcastic tone, she scoffed. "Are you really a Sith, little one? Prove it. Hit me right here." The pureblood incited violence, craving its raw power to strike her in the chest. Her eyes watched curiously, eager to see what kind of reaction could be drawn out of her new toy.
To say that Cyutadakyr was disappointed in her own inability to thus far master its artistic flair, was an understatement. The Acolyte had been away from home for so long, far longer than she had imagined when the Empire fell. Not until the news had reached her of the chaotic collapse of Imperial rule did she find her way back. Fresh from her recent failure, the deep scar tissue upon her chest beneath her black robe painfully reminded her of the price for failure.
Her people had lived here forever, pulled down from their mighty seat of power and subjugated by what would become the Sith Order. Almost driven into extinction, the many clusters of purebloods existed among the Sith core worlds, and an intriguing possibility existed for their rise once more. But that wasn't one of Cyu's priorities right now, for there was much work and power to be seized.
Looking out across the sands that seemed to stretch in all directions, waiting for her companion to join her today. They were a short walk from an ancient ruin, bare but a few Sith markings, but this would serve as a guide on where they would need to go next on their little spiritual journey. Although it was certain to be a difficult task and one that would prove to be quite frustrating if she couldn't master its potent attributes. When she finally did arrive, Cyu was not impressed with what she initially saw.
With a sarcastic tone, she scoffed. "Are you really a Sith, little one? Prove it. Hit me right here." The pureblood incited violence, craving its raw power to strike her in the chest. Her eyes watched curiously, eager to see what kind of reaction could be drawn out of her new toy.
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