Kala'ndryl Ryj
May 1st, 2012, 05:13:14 AM
Everything was going up in flames.
Rage fueled the fire, leaving a sour taste in her mouth as she looked on. Stone melted, wood turned to ash, and durasteel support beams warped and groaned.
The structure cried out as much as the monks did.
Dozens of voices, a cacophony of agonized sounds, rose amidst the flames. Their souls flickered and died one by one, pain rising in a palpable wave to swirl in the air like so much acrid smoke.
She woke with a start, struggling to sit up and breathe. It took Kala several minutes to catch her breath, and it took Maxx even longer to persuade her to relax enough to return to his embrace. "It was that dream again." she said quietly, drawing the sheet back up over her bare shoulder as she shivered.
It was the dream that was driving her to Dantooine. The one she couldn't explain well enough to make anyone understand the sense of urgency she felt thrumming through her veins. All she heard was 'it'll be looked into' or her favorite, 'its just a dream, not a vision'.
The problem was, Kala knew with unwavering certainty that she was needed on Dantooine, but she couldn't exactly get permission to go. So she'd turned to the one person she thought would listen to her. And luckily, Maxx had...and didn't mind helping her sneak away from the Wheel too much.
She was sure Ilias would give her hell for it upon her return, but Kala didn't care. She'd deal with it when the time came.
For now, she rested, warm and comfortable, and eventually fell back to a mercifully dreamless sleep.
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Boots (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=48156267) made soft sounds along the path through the woods, the Force drawing her ever forward. Once on Dantooine, she struck out on her own in an attempt to unravel the mystery of her vision. Delicate brows knit together as she concentrated, fingers absently tugging the hood of her robe up over her head.
Kala took slow, measured steps, eyes half closed as she 'looked' with her senses and not her eyes. One final bend and she was clear of the trees-
-and that was when the thick, baleful stench of charred human flesh assaulted her. It was something she knew all too well, and it nearly choked her as she recognized it. It was the same stench as the one from her dream...only, she couldn't hear any screams. Black orbs wide, Kala caught sight of a smoking, crumbling structure off in the distance.
The young woman raced off down the path and towards the scene of her nightmare.
Rage fueled the fire, leaving a sour taste in her mouth as she looked on. Stone melted, wood turned to ash, and durasteel support beams warped and groaned.
The structure cried out as much as the monks did.
Dozens of voices, a cacophony of agonized sounds, rose amidst the flames. Their souls flickered and died one by one, pain rising in a palpable wave to swirl in the air like so much acrid smoke.
She woke with a start, struggling to sit up and breathe. It took Kala several minutes to catch her breath, and it took Maxx even longer to persuade her to relax enough to return to his embrace. "It was that dream again." she said quietly, drawing the sheet back up over her bare shoulder as she shivered.
It was the dream that was driving her to Dantooine. The one she couldn't explain well enough to make anyone understand the sense of urgency she felt thrumming through her veins. All she heard was 'it'll be looked into' or her favorite, 'its just a dream, not a vision'.
The problem was, Kala knew with unwavering certainty that she was needed on Dantooine, but she couldn't exactly get permission to go. So she'd turned to the one person she thought would listen to her. And luckily, Maxx had...and didn't mind helping her sneak away from the Wheel too much.
She was sure Ilias would give her hell for it upon her return, but Kala didn't care. She'd deal with it when the time came.
For now, she rested, warm and comfortable, and eventually fell back to a mercifully dreamless sleep.
---
Boots (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=48156267) made soft sounds along the path through the woods, the Force drawing her ever forward. Once on Dantooine, she struck out on her own in an attempt to unravel the mystery of her vision. Delicate brows knit together as she concentrated, fingers absently tugging the hood of her robe up over her head.
Kala took slow, measured steps, eyes half closed as she 'looked' with her senses and not her eyes. One final bend and she was clear of the trees-
-and that was when the thick, baleful stench of charred human flesh assaulted her. It was something she knew all too well, and it nearly choked her as she recognized it. It was the same stench as the one from her dream...only, she couldn't hear any screams. Black orbs wide, Kala caught sight of a smoking, crumbling structure off in the distance.
The young woman raced off down the path and towards the scene of her nightmare.