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Vanessa & Maul
Vanessa Ives
Nightbrother Maul
To be the thing not touched by light.
[ While sun touched the villages of the Nightbrothers it was the thick blanket of mystic fog left the areas where the Nightsisters lurked in a darkness. A sort of darkness which grew only darker into the actual night. So much of this planet was left in ruins and wilds. Dangers in the crooked woods and further out where people of legends once lived and worshipped. Tonight was at the heart of the Nightsister covens. So important was the practice that it took place within the temple walls. Around a flat and wide stone sat the sisters; the glow of powerful green ichor danced and wove between them.
War had taken a handful of Sisters from them but they would return. What no one espected was the presence of another. Now, neither Nightsisters not Nightbrothers were all too kind to outsiders but this stranger, this woman, Mother Talzin sensed something. ]
Quiet Sisters [ she spoke in their Native Tongue. ] Let us take this woman into our care and we shall judge her in time. She may just be one of us. [ And to the woman in question, she asked in basic, her accent thick ] tell me child, what is your name?
[ They had tended to her with generous care having brought clothing and discussing at least the bare minimum amount of information as to where precisely Vanessa was and who she had come into the company of. A planet called Dathomir. One very rich with a powerful and ancient magic. They were Nightsisters, the coven of all covens though it looked to be distinctly free of men. Eventually Mother Talzin departed after informing Vanessa that someone would be in shortly to wait on her should she have any needs for the rest of the evening and throughout the night. Which was exactly when she would meet her first male.
A soft click punctuated his arrival. Though the light was dim there was enough of it to focus on quite a bit different looking figure. He wasn't too tall but he surely was lean, red-skinned and tribal tatoos covering every inch of his body. A crown of horns and vibrant golden eyes. Beads, teeth, and horns adorned him. Jewelry seemed less common among the sisters yet Mother Talzin wore sone. Perhaps a sign that he, too, was of some notoriety. ]
Vanessa is it. [ Like black velvet, his voice. Resonate yet breathy. A slow and measured speech. ] Quite the topic you are among the sisters.
War had taken a handful of Sisters from them but they would return. What no one espected was the presence of another. Now, neither Nightsisters not Nightbrothers were all too kind to outsiders but this stranger, this woman, Mother Talzin sensed something. ]
Quiet Sisters [ she spoke in their Native Tongue. ] Let us take this woman into our care and we shall judge her in time. She may just be one of us. [ And to the woman in question, she asked in basic, her accent thick ] tell me child, what is your name?
[ They had tended to her with generous care having brought clothing and discussing at least the bare minimum amount of information as to where precisely Vanessa was and who she had come into the company of. A planet called Dathomir. One very rich with a powerful and ancient magic. They were Nightsisters, the coven of all covens though it looked to be distinctly free of men. Eventually Mother Talzin departed after informing Vanessa that someone would be in shortly to wait on her should she have any needs for the rest of the evening and throughout the night. Which was exactly when she would meet her first male.
A soft click punctuated his arrival. Though the light was dim there was enough of it to focus on quite a bit different looking figure. He wasn't too tall but he surely was lean, red-skinned and tribal tatoos covering every inch of his body. A crown of horns and vibrant golden eyes. Beads, teeth, and horns adorned him. Jewelry seemed less common among the sisters yet Mother Talzin wore sone. Perhaps a sign that he, too, was of some notoriety. ]
Vanessa is it. [ Like black velvet, his voice. Resonate yet breathy. A slow and measured speech. ] Quite the topic you are among the sisters.