Post by kage on Aug 4, 2012 20:37:28 GMT -5
Like ripples in a pond, every cry of agony fluctuated deep within the underworld. It had risen to a state of madness, with effects so great that there was only one cause that could amount to enough chaos to stir the dead from their sleep. War. It was strange, as Lars had begun to mingle with those who were alive, he could feel the pull of their emotions so much more than the Time he’d spent alone, and tonight, a strange aura seemed to weigh on him, waking him from a dreaming state. It was her voice, that tiny woman he had spoken to at the springs, the one who’d laughed and made him smile, a first in so many years. She’d been strange, so delicate, an innocence about her that allowed her to linger in his memory, even after he had gone. But it was different now, as it echoed through the vastness that was Death, an agonizing cry that struck him like an arrow. Something was happening; something was very, very wrong. He slipped from the grasp of his world, and arrived at a scene far more horrific than he could have imagined. Shock registered upon his face, as the man’s golden eyes observed the bloodshed splayed out before him. The yells and the screams, they filled the air with their dismal chorus, as the people clashed with a savage intensity. They were black, poised against the white, clearly this age old blood feud still resumed, long past his own prime. And then it came again, that pleading cry. It shook him from his state of dread and awe, and suddenly he was searching for her. His body moved as it had in the throes of battle by his own family and their enemies. And though, now, in death, he knew the senselessness of war, his body hadn’t forgotten. At last, there she was, her slender frame blackened and bloodied as she screamed, begging the male that pinned himself against her to cease. Fury ignited in him, frustration welling as he knew his physical presence would do little good against the girl. A dark growl surged from the depths of his throat as he lunged forth, splaying his limbs half over the small she man, and as his silver blade connected with her burned skin, vines adorned with wicked thorns sprang up from the earth around them, reaching for males legs. As he hoped to deter him, a moonlit, silver glow began to glitter over him, a will he hadn’t used in a single instance since his death. “Enough of this madness” he said, dark, red eyes narrowed at the dark Jedi. Whatever war they waged, it was none of his business. But he wasn’t about to allow this woman to die for something she was surely not to blame for. Lars felt his hackles rise as he saw that one of the Jedi…was his father. Lars’s eyes widened as his past filled his memory and nearly broke him. bur before the young furry padawan even had a chance to react, he woke up. Disturbed by his own nightmare he shot out of his bed, sweating and panting. His fur wet from the suspense of his own nightmare. A nightmare within a dream. Funny how that worked. Lars slowly wriggled his way from under his covers and sat on the edge of his bed wiping his sweat from his fur. The young one stood up and slumped to his closet. Needed cloths for today, he opened the closet and looked through it. Why the hell do I have so many outfits? He thought to himself as he pulled out his normal attire. “what kind of nightmare was that? It was…different, than before.” He said to himself as he slipped on his garbs and grabbed his light saber from the top shelf. It was early out and he had to meet another padawan apparently. Lars wasn’t really thrilled but he did need something to get him out of the house. Staring at the light saber he had taken years to forge he smiled for the only memory of his father was inside of it. Huffing he put it on the spine of his back and opened the door to leave. As he shut the door he nearly slammed his tail in the doorway. Luckily he had pulled it out of the way before it had. Lars hated it when he hurt his tail, most sensitive part of his body. Waste no time Lars made his way to the Jedi temple. His hair in its long pony tail and his bangs in front of his way. Each step even as his tail swayed back and forth. Lars wondered who this other Padawan was, and why they needed to meet.
