“Don’t start with me, Cheshire. -You’re- the one that didn’t pack your kibble, not me!” A melodically calm voice says, emitting from the bearded face of a man in his mid twenties. A multi-colored band of cloth covered his eyes, wrapping snugly around his head, black hair cropped short while his beard was meticulously trimmed.
“I told you what to pack you infernal nexu! You better be glad Rythe packed some extra just in case.” He snaps, turning from the holoterminal to finally ‘look’ at the large male Nexu sitting in a chair nearby. The nexu, Cheshire, had white fur, brown stripes moving down the muscled torso before ending at the beginning of the tail.
Cheshire whuffs again before turning away, eyes glancing around the humming ship with bored curiosity. His two-pronged tail was busy with a paint brush, carefully covering a canvas in a variety of colors, obviously a forest scene at the level of a toddler.
“And watch where you dribble the paint! I will -not- be responsible for your mess once again.” Saeren says, typing a few commands into the console before turning to stride towards the cargo bay. His black robes swish with his movements, gold trim shining under the dim lights illuminating the room.
Cheshire immediately switches his attention to the Miralukan Sith, watching his every movement before laying the brush down on the easel. He hops down from his seat, padding after his master with nearly silent footsteps.
Saeren forces down a smile as he walks into his ‘garden’, shifting through the plant filled cargo bay with practiced ease. “Hm… I believe the Alderaanian lettuce should have germinated by now.” He mutters, more to himself then his animal companion. He slips between two ferns, kneeling down to inspect the little sprouts beginning to grow in the dirt filled containers. The UV lights buzzed overhead, emitting their strange glow, causing Cheshire to shut two of his four eyes.
“Computer, begin search of Tynea Korbin.” The Miraluka calls out, gently tracing the sprout with a single digit. “Hmmm, healthy so far.” He mumbles, perking up as the loudspeakers activate.
“Search Complete. One match found based off previous parameters. Tynea Jerhal nee Korbin. Currently unemployed. Requested asylum with the Republic one year after logged altercation with rogue Sith. Asylum granted. Recently married to SFC Holden Jerhal of the Republic 7th Infantry Battalion. Location, unknown.”
Saeren stops his examination in surprise, slowly straightening back up to his full height. Cheshire pads over, letting out a little whine before brushing against his Master, tail tapping him on the shoulder.
“No no, Cheshire. I’m fine, just surprised.” He replies to the question. He frowns, caressing his beard for a moment before smiling. “Actually, I’m quite happy. She’s found happiness.” He explains, slowly reaching up to trace the swirls and random patterns on his eye cloth. “If anyone deserved it, it was Tynea. Sweet Tynea.” He says to himself, nodding in satisfaction. “Though a Republic soldier is a bit of a surprise. As is her request for asylum. But the Force is strange like that Cheshire.” He reaches down, gently scratching the Nexu’s neck.
The Nexu looks up, making a small whuffing sound. “Mmhm, I did and do still love her. Though it changed from an obsession based love to a romantic one and finally to the platonic love I feel for her now.” He tells him, kneeling back down. “She’s happy and that’s all that matters. After all that happened…..” He trails off, shrugging off the darkness that had drifted into his countenance. “Well, suffice to say that the Force gave her what she deserved.”
Cheshire stares at his blind master for a few more moments, giving him a once over before nodding, padding off into the shrubs.
Saeren listens to him go, watching his path through the Force. “All is well.” He whispers, leaning down to breath onto the tiny sprout, smiling as it grows slightly.
“Computer, begin looking over Syilus Stormrider nee Koadak’s files. Note any interaction he’s had recently. I want to find out who the Sith is that so cares for him. It’s time to repay my debt.” He commands, resting his hands in the dirt. “And Cheshire, fetch me my lightsaber! I believe it’s time I take on a new apprentice.”
I doubt I’ll get any.
We took another financial hit yesterday. This one may be the killing blow.
We lost our babysitter.
A lovely, beautiful family friend was watching Charlotte while I went to work. No charge. Out of the kindness of her heart. I was - am - friends with her daughter, have been since 6th grade….
This family is amazing and just got screwed over. Help them if you can, they more then deserve it.
(So I’ve been RPing Saeren in private, alone on my own time for some reason. I feel like maybe his story still has an opening. So I decided to write something up on what he’s going through right now and what he has to get over. So please comment!)
Drip…….. Drip…… Drip…… Drip…….
Each tear leaves a mark on the sketchpad, marring the shoddy attempt at a face. With a growl, Saeren rips out the page, tossing it away as the tears continue to run down his face and drip down. Quickly he grabs it gently and lays it gently on a pile of ripped out paper, reverently straightening out any wrinkles.
With a small sigh he turns back to the sketchpad, one of Ty’neas that she left behind. One of ten the Miraluka had kept in an apartment that had saved them from being destroyed in his ships explosion. He raises the pencil, pressing it to the paper before beginning to draw.
Scratch scratch scratch scratch…….. Drip….. Scratch….. Drip………
“I’m pathetic.” Saerens voice is hoarse, filled with grief and inner hatred. “I pine after her like a creep.” He reaches up and gently traces the colored swirls on the strip of cloth covering his eyes. “I keep the greatest gift she gave me in an attempt to feel closer. I draw on her forgotten sketchpads in an attempt to feel her presence. So much for once being a Sith.” He tilts his head as he looks at the drawing. It shows a silhouetted face, likely a woman judging from the hair. Even though it is not well drawn, it is obvious he is trying to capture the way he saw Ty’nea. Her aura and inner light that attracted him so quickly and thoroughly.
With a gentle tug, he slowly rips the page out, placing the sketchpad down gently before standing. He slowly walks over to a wall covered in sketches, all of Ty’nea. Some are her only of her face, others of her full body. Each is amateurly drawn in an attempt to capture her aura. Ever so carefully he places it on an empty place on the wall, pressing his hand against it fully as he bows his head, tears falling down his face. “Why did I kriff up so bad? Why was I so stupid!?” With a small sob, he turns and returns to the sketchpad, sitting down as he brings it into a lap and stares at it with non-existent eyes.
With a cry he flings it into a wall, doubling over as he sobs, mumbling. “Pathetic, creepy, useless, powerless, kriffing Miraluka! You cry over a woman that you hurt! You took her heart and crushed it in your stupidity and ignorance!” Saeren continues to sob for a bit before they slowly subside. As they do, he slowly gets to his feet and picks up the sketchpad, collapsing against the wall as he cradles it reverently against his chest.
Drip…….. Drip…… Drip…… Drip…….
Check out my new Journal and blog for Syilus!
So I’ve got good news and bad news.
Bad News: Saelus and the Errant Knights are currently on hold. This is due to a number of reason ranging from lack of interest to RP partners being busy. The server transfers kind of screwed this idea completely. I have no ETA on when Saelus will come back so expect no journal entries.
Good News: Due to the server transfers, some old and amazing friends have come to Ebon Hawk. Because of this, my Mandalorian, Syilus, has finally gotten RP. So you’ll be seeing me Empire side a lot more. I will likely start Syilus’s journal soon.
A little background on Syilus. As I’ve mentioned before, every character I make has a few core themes. Saeren was about falling, rising, then falling to an all time low before being saved. Syilus is about strength against adversity, duty and love, facing the dark side of yourself, and keeping firm in your devotion. Syilus takes an entirely different path.
Syilus is something new I wanted to try. Instead of a hero, villian turned hero, or just plain villian, Syilus takes the middle road. The path of his own. Syilus follows a strict code of honor. A set of rules. A hard outer core with a kind inner strength. Loyal to the max but unforgiving of betrayal. His themes follow a new experiment of mine. Juggling duty and friends, trying to keep to tradition while keeping alive and strong, doing anything and everything to fufill promises and protect those he cares for.
So I hope to see you all around!
So I’ve hit my creative level again in regards to writing. I feel the need to write. If you have any ships (Character pairing for those of you not in the know) that you want done, ask away. I will write just about anything as long as I have a general understanding of the characters be they AU or canon.
I kid you not, I will write whatever you’d like as long as it’s in Star Wars universe. While I prefer to write around pairings, I can write just plain ole stories.
BLACK = I want a relationship
GREEN = I think you’re cute
PURPLE = I miss you
ORANGE = I really like you
RED = I love you
YELLOW = You are amazing
BLUE = You are beautiful
PINK = I want you but I’m taken
GREY = We need to talk more
RAINBOW = Let’s have sex.
Figured what the hell