Xxoxia Valuna
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Jun 13, 2013 10:36:07 GMT -8
" Embers" - Principal Author: Xxoxia
- Who can post on this thread: Xxoxia
- I want to receive critical responses: Sure, why the Hell not?
Location(s): Dathomir, Dagobah, Korriban, Tatooine Timeframe: 17 years in the past from present IU timeline. Synopsis: Xxoxia's back story, pertaining to the meeting and first years of training as Errant to the Flame. <<Dramatis Personae>>Sith- Lord Jud'dayus, Keeper of the Flame
Nightsisters; Cabal of the Seamless Shadow- Cadoria, Clan Mother
- Illares, Equerry to the Clan Mother
- Black Mabb, Beastwarden; "Keeper of the Fang"
- Amit, Huntress
- Voldari, Huntress
Dathomirians- Kryias, XXoxia's mother
- Talu, Xxoxia's aunt
- Xxoxia, Errent to the Flame
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Jun 13, 2013 11:16:50 GMT -8
Preface
I don't remember much of my life before the Flame took me in, made me his student, fed and clothed me, restored my body and illuminated my mind.
What I do recall comes to me in fragments, shadowy apparitions and vivid dreams. Visions of my Homeworld perhaps, of my former life? Of thatch-roofed huts, thick mysterious jungles and the smell of undisturbed nature. I know I've seen faces through the haze of my memories. A pale woman's face that I can't quite recognize, yet yearn to see. Her smile seems warm and tender, and sometimes I awake - in my dark room - and smell her, or what I think to be her. I also dream of a dark figure, but it only remains a shadow in my mind's eye, never taking its true form. I never see it completely, but I feel it. I fear it. I'm not supposed to fear, yet I do. This figure haunts me, stalks me. Even when my mind is calm and I walk through the jungle barefoot, feeling the soft spongy undergrowth between my small toes. I sense it, I panic, I run... I just run.
The Flame must never know. He mustn't ever sense my fear. Even though he has been like a Father to me, he will rebuke me... and I do not need another scar to remind me of weaknesses I shouldn't have.
I will remain firm. I will control my fears...
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Jun 14, 2013 9:55:33 GMT -8
Chapter Ipart 1A Reason to Suffer
"Xxoxia..." Came the soft voice again.
The voice that always came with the same soft touch against my cheek to wake me. They were such soft kind hands, and warm... always warm. I never flinched at the caress - I didn't have to - it was nothing like my Master's heavy hand. No, these hands were different. They soothed me, calmed me. The monsters were gone now. They were always gone when I slumbered in this embrace, no rueful power could harm me here; for the time being. The hand pushed back my hair from my face, and I could feel someones breath on my forehead, but I stayed still... my eyes closed in pseudo-sleep. I didn't want to wake up, I was content to stay here silently in the bosom of this waking dream.
"Xxoxia." Came the voice again, it's timber taking on the mellow tone of a woman, before the hand caressed my hair back again.
"You must get up, we have much to do today before the festival." She said prior to kissing my forehead tenderly, the feel of it making my lips unconsciously curl up into a content smile. She pulled away, smoothing my hair once more. It was accompanied by the crisp sweet smell of meiloorun fruit, fresh off the vine. The dry earthy tang of ground Aargau cinnamon, and the richly spiced fragrance of Corellian honey.
How I was able to pick out such smells in such complexity seemed odd, yet completely normal. I slowly opened my eyes, the blur of sleepiness clinging to my sight. A shape moved away from me and towards the dark smudges in the distance of the room in which I laid. I rubbed my eyes and righted myself up on the straw cot on which I had been sleeping. My feet dangled over the edge inches above the earthen floor. Such small feet, I thought; they couldn't be mine, could they? I rubbed my eyes again in disbelief and willed my legs to kick back and forth, if they were really mine. The legs below started to swing back and forth, and I laughed anxiously at the revelation.
"What's so funny?" Came the woman's voice again, her amusement caring over to me across the room.
I didn't answer her. I was still dumbfounded at my "new" body. I wiggled my toes and fingers, passing my hands back and forth; as if waving my extremities would somehow allow them to grow into the woman's body I knew I had. "I'm small?" I finally said, immediately covering my mouth at the sounds that came out. They weren't my words, they were the utterances of a child.
"Of course you're small." Stated the woman with a chuckle. "You're only six moons old..."
"Six moons?" I replied, feeling my eyebrows raise in surprise as I looked up to the woman for the first time since waking.
She was beautiful.
She was Dathomirian.
She looked uncannily like me.
"What is with you this morning?" She asked me with a smile, turning away from preparing meiloorun fruits on an old cutting board, and tucking a knife into her apron.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was completely caught up in the fact that she looked like me. Her hair was black and long. Long enough for her to braid it into a ponytail; which she wore curled around her long neck, like a Twi'lek's lek. The only difference were her eyes. They were a steely bluish grey. So bright, so lively, so loving. I finally felt a twinge, something deep within myself. A welling up of forgotten feelings and the absence of something vital. My eyes started to tear up, and before I knew what I was doing, I had jumped from the cot and raced over to the woman, burying my face into her stomach, my sobbing uncontrollable. I clung to her, my hands bunching handfuls of fabric so that she couldn't pull me away. "Mama.." I said into the apron with a muffled sob.
"Soosh, soosh, Child." She cooed, stroking my hair. "I'm here, I'm always here, and I'll never leave you." She pulled my head back from her, and turned my tear-filled gaze to her smiling face. "Now, lets get ready for the Festival."
I smiled. I had found my Mother.
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