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Revan Luciano
Oct 14th, 2008, 12:10:41 AM
What brought him to Aurilia? Well, it certainly wasn't the pleasent view. In fact, Revan found it difficult to see more then ten feet in front of him. All he had for a guide were his instincts, and the glow rod which really did all of nothing against the thick fog. In more then one occassion, he had stumbled over a root here and there. And it was times like this, he wondered what he was doing out here in this Force forsaken land.

But then, memories gave him the grim reminder of why. The general populace of the Galaxy was too foolish, in his eyes, to know what was good for them. His actions brought on imprisonment. And when his time was up, he was indeed released a changed man, but not for the better as things were intended. No, he considered himself more educated instead.

The people didn't know what they needed, and now he did. They needed justice and judgement, yes. But, not the kind that the Jedi could provide. They needed someone to make decisions for them, to create Order in the Galaxy, even if done by force. At the bottom line of his new philosophy, they needed to be subjugated. Sad to say, for peace, they needed a tyrant. Someone willing to do what had to be done.

Revan would see that happen. If not him, then he would help someone else ascend to that position of power, and be right there at their side. That was the new path in life. And, that was where his anger stemmed from. Something even now that drew out that power he needed for success. That even now cut the smallest hole in the fog, as he dwelled upon the past, and what needed to be done.

This was where he needed to be. Whispers and rumors told him of a clan. One that practiced and taught the tool he would need, and in just the way he was best suited to wield it. No compassion, or peace, drove his intent. The Jedi were ill-suited to him. The Empire seemed too political a path to take. No, it was only it darkness he would succeed at anything anymore.

Matier
Oct 19th, 2008, 03:04:47 PM
And thus, the mists trembled in utter delight of having another wayward soul brought into the fold. But this wanderer was not lost, no. His stride was taut with determination, despite the craggy terrain, and his heart was a facet of stone; masked in shadows, starved for satisfaction. Absolution that would be served by the Streghe's fulminating rites, the underlying purpose that licked like lovers at the ears of all Aurilia's fauna. Twisted, they were; but never was a clan so primally true to the universe's call.

You're a long way from home, stranger...

The voice itself was wicked; a concoction of deep feminine tones and the lulled snarls of the demonic entities which possessed her. The dense fog that surrounded him seemed to recoil and then barrel forth once more, choking off the oxygen supply which seemed so obsolete at the time. Tendrils of feeling, laced with desire, crawled up his legs in the form of dismal shades. They constricted in all the right areas, elliciting primordial urges quelled by modern society. This was her way.

Such a strong man...

That twisted voice crooned close to his ear, though the smooth muscle articulating the venomous words remained shrouded by peerless vapor. Those claws, shaped of the Force, ghosted across his throat in an almost restrained manner. Once again, the mists shuddered.

What do you desire?

Revan Luciano
Nov 1st, 2008, 11:55:20 PM
Words touched his ears, or perhaps it was his mind. Through the dense fog, it was hard to tell just what was real, what illusion, or what a manipulation of the Dark Side. But, witty and yet rude remarks were restrained for now, not that they didn't brush his mind.

Rather, his attention was given over to the all too personal attention that ran across his body, from the source of that voice assumably. A shiver ran the length of his spine, not from the eerie atmosphere, but rather a certain delight at the sound of the voice, and the incorporeal touch bestowed on him.

Her presence descended on him, nearing from behind, but he remained unflinching with his back to her. Her words brushed his ear as she complimented him, a faint twinge of confidence quirking his lips into a mild grin then soon dismissing it.

What did he desire? She questioned of him, his chin taking the tilt upwards to bare the front of his neck to that featherlight brush. "I came seeking one thing, but find myself now curious for another. Perhaps you can help me sate them both, or at least I hope you can."