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Dec 3, 2012 2:24:01 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 2:24:01 GMT -5
Dreshdae. Utterly significant as a center of culture or economic prowess. It was little more than a tiny outpost, dwarfed by the Sith Temple. Yet ironically, this tiny settlement was more likely to survive than the Temple.
If Naraka had learned anything from the history she'd picked up in her travels, every time the Sith rose to power, they fell from power. And when they fell from power, their numerous monuments and constructs were usually blown into small chunks while places like Dreshdae stayed more or less intact.
It was pretty clear to even the casual omniscient observer that the Togruta Sith Master was not a woman overflowing with faith in the cause. She was a transient follower, a woman whose allegiance was to herself first, and to those with power second. Then there was whim, or caprice if you preferred a more lofty term. Ideology came in a distant fourth.
Of course, Naraka so rarely discussed such matters that often times dueling parties associated her with their own cause when she genuinely didn't care either way.
For now, all she cared about was the bottle of wine before her. Chill, with condensation forming on the outside. Droplets slid down the green glass to form a puddle on the table. She couldn't help but lick her lips. The long and dusty walk into town had left her thirsty, and as she poured it into a drab goblet, she looked at the purple liquid with delight.
The Togruta woman was not the type to indulge regularly. In fact, she'd probably found solace in a bottle maybe three times since joining the Sith. One had been after Dantooine in celebration. Another had marked a successful mission, and the third had, like this, been on a day where the past seemed to grab a hold of her and needed to be beaten into submission.
A red-skinned hand picked up the goblet, and she took a long gulp of the alcohol. Smooth, fruity, sweet, and cold. Hardly what the wine critics wanted, but Naraka's taste buds were grateful for it.
When she set the goblet down, her fingers traced the lip, her bare legs resting on the opposite side of the booth. From her position, she could either see or feel (ultrasonically) the whole room, and she felt someone approaching from behind. She didn't bother greeting them, but her fingers did brush against the hilt of one of her lightsabers.
Just in case.
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Dec 3, 2012 3:55:22 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 3:55:22 GMT -5
Dreshdae, his ship were here and this settlement was the only place that even closely resembled it while the temples were considered vast deposits of knowledge and power. They lacked what Permenion enjoyed, it lacked the technological touch, it seemed as the Order grew this place became a blossoming center of entertainment of many varieties. Pilots, mercenaries, even initiates from the Academy seems to hang out here, most of the initiates seemed to fall in cliques in this area.
Of course in the short time, Permenion found that concept to be laughable however as he ventured through the halls of the settlement he came across the the closest and well enough Cantina, a group of young initiates stood at the door, the alpha male of the group stepping forward towards Permenion. A young man dressed in dark robes, with gel spiked hair looking to be in his very early twenties.
"Relax guys, he's an initiate just like us.. an older fancy man, over compensating much old guy?" He joked as his group seemed to egg him on, and laugh along within him as they pressed to prod the "newbie". Permenion paused a slight smirk as the though rushed through his head. "Old guy?" He held a hand up before speaking.
"Listen kid, walk away.. before you get embarrassed, lucky for you I actually have patience... please don't try it." He spoke with a calm and reasonable tone as if comparable with a Jedi attempting diplomatic persuasion. This seemed to do nothing but urge the the young alpha male into further attempting to ridicule him. "Embarrassed? What are you going to do read a tome at me or use that?" He gestured to Permenion's curve hilt saber. "Look it's not even straight he can't even build it right!" He began to laugh as the group followed in suit.
Permenion reached to the bridge of his nose pinching it, his thoughts loud and obvious to anyone receptive of it. "Oh you must be sh***ing me." But he quickly masked his impatience with a smile as he looked to the becomingly irritating individual. "Look me in the eyes kid." Permenion stated it as a challenge one he would hoped he would fall into. Jokingly the initiate looked into Permenion's eyes instantly his brows becoming furrowed as his face began to twitch.
"Why don't you tell your friends here where you secretly stick your saber hilt in your quarters deep in the night and how you fantasize about your more muscled friend. Or how you always make excuses to spar with him and turn it into a wrestling match or how you lie about sleeping with women so they won't know?" He quickly looked away as he grabbed his forehead, his complexion nearly three shades more pale as he looked to Permenion sarcastically knowing full well his own secrets were ripped from his head like hanging fruit on a tree.. "What? Pfft you're crazy.. come on guys this guy isn't worth it ... lets go." He quickly gestured to his group scoffing away Permenion as he walked away the rest following in suit.
Permenion watched him as he walked away, his eyes locked on the young man's buttocks as he himself smirked and thinking to himself. "Shame.. if only I wasn't busy."
However he had an agenda, it could lead him to something greater or something worse. He would let the cards decide. He finally stepped into the Cantina and oh how he suddenly felt at home. The smell of open liquor, old residual tabbac smoke, the other patrons who drowned their sorrows or fed their pleasures it was his jungle and personally it beat the hell out of the force forsaken desert.
However just like he said earlier, there she was with a green goblet and wine, she stood out like a Hutt in a gym. Crimson skinned, scantly dressed and drinking wine, an interesting choice however not unexpected. He approached the bar as the bar droid looked to him. "I'll take four fingers of reserve brandy, high ball glass, single rock." His description of the drink could easily determine he knew his drinks and was well familiar with a bar.
And the notion would be true he drank like a fish however he wasn't an alcoholic it was more of personal enjoyment. The droid didn't take long to have his drink prepared though unlike most Sith who used intimidation he quickly paid for his drink and lifted it sipping down some brandy that seemed to both quench his throat and warm his chest at the same time.
"To approach or not approach, that is the question though if she didn't seek company, she wouldn't have told me where she was going.. heh causality. Cause, telling me where you're going and effect is me showing up." This was an internal thought, a small equation to justify his next move. He approached the booth leaning on the side of the opposite seat, holding his drink in his left hand, his right tactfully crossed over his abdomen.
"So this is where the cool people hang out, I am to assume?" He posed a joking question and he looked to her. "Mind if I sit?" He finalized the question looking at her then quickly following it with intrigue. "I think this is the time I'd offer my insight on you being a victim like all of us to causality.. with great pleasure." He finally ended the statement with a smile.
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Dec 3, 2012 4:12:33 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 4:12:33 GMT -5
Naraka picked up on his presence in the Force a few seconds before he came into her line of sight and spoke. It was Haust again, following her to the cantina apparently.
That hadn't been quite what she'd anticipated, but she hadn't exactly told him not to join her. He was just expressing a little more interest than she'd thought. Apparently it wasn't enough for him to have intimacy at a later date on the agenda, proving that some people just couldn't be satisfied.
He asked if he could sit, and the Togruta silently motioned for him to sit, dropping her feet to the floor and surprisingly not making any effort to rub sensitive areas under the table. She wasn't in the mood right now, which was surely a sign of the endtimes.
She was tempted to taunt him a little, perhaps by a witty joke about being impatient to get into bed, but her words died on her lips as he spoke first.
Victim. There was that word again.
Naraka drained her goblet and refilled it, the look of distaste on her face not hidden. Right now she wasn't going to pretend she didn't have a problem. She was simply going to keep it private. He had no good reason to know.
"And what exactly would you know of my problems?" The Togruta woman said, the markings on her headtails a very dark blue, a brooding color. Her voice also carried a vaguely threatening tone, and the glint of her fangs bore a warning.
"Have you followed me here to make guesses? Or are you just curious about Naraka's traumatic childhood?"
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Dec 3, 2012 5:08:30 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 5:08:30 GMT -5
He took the gesture and sitting slowly as he sat with a sigh, looking up to the ceiling and taking a long sip. He could tell she was annoyed after the mention of the word victim, it was becoming a slippery slope, yet his curiosity and bold behavior urged him to continue yet he wouldn't come out straight and ask instead explaining the "victim notion."
He set his glass upon the table, reaching to his cheek and rubbing a gloved finger over the currently healing scratch she gave him earlier. "The mere fact you suggest I possibly know of your problems would hint that you feel something is a problem. And further suggested that you apparently have a traumatic childhood, in psychology it's called subconscious admission it's always why they ask you to... talk of your childhood or reflect questions back towards you. However while I could do that I won't."
He lifted his glass taking a large gulp of brandy, before continuing his face clenching slightly as he swallowed it down and continued as he set the glass back down with a soft tap. "We are all victims of causality, anything we do has an effect be it scratching our nose to angering another individual. It effects everything like rows of.. dominoes each an every action has a ..you get my point. However these may occur without any action from us for it to be considered deserving and while one effect occurs we cannot stop or alter it. However we can alter the next course of events to better help gain advantage of the next situation. And that is what I mean of begin a victim of causality."
He sighs, before looking over to her gently, and smiling sympathetically.
"Naraka, as you may notice I'm not what most would find as a typical Sith I'm not prone to this anger and c**k measuring contests that many of them seem to desire to participate in. And rather than take what I know of you like a enemy I'll only say it's obvious something is bothering you. But we all have had problems and events in our lives that eat at us like..." He stopped shaking his head and looking around as if searching for a word, "Duracrete slugs nibbling away at us and no matter how much we try and reinforce these walls we put up eventually those emotions as obvious now, come to the surface and we attempt to bury them again but it only delays the inevitable."
He stopped staring into his glass, for several seconds as if thinking of a memory, his expression changing from the smile to a look of pure indifference. He lifted his glass downing most of the brandy.
"I've lost someone close to me, and though I dress well, eat and drink well, live well it eats at me everyday, however I am stronger for it... I've been a slave... literally, I've been a Jedi.. almost the same thing. Watched someone I loved die, killed people I once considered friends and yet I'm still here. Holding such things in can be toxic and you've seen some of the .." He wiggled his finger around the area a moment in a charismatic gesture to signify around him. "Sith around here who can't seem to hold their own temper's in check, letting those memories they refuse to face fester into anger and control them."
He stopped talking and took a deep breath as he sat silently, reaching to the folds of his inner tunic and pulling them, loosening them tugging away the tightness of his inner tunic. There was some subjects there he hadn't admitted before and while he didn't really trust Naraka all that much it was often the easiest way to gauging trust was to offer vulnerability.
How would she treat this information, with hostility, compassion.. unlikely. Empathy or even pure and utter apathy the result would be ... curious and would also given more of her personality. She expressed interest in manipulation, would she try upon him or would she suspect he'd try upon her...
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Dec 3, 2012 5:32:33 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 5:32:33 GMT -5
Naraka wasn't sure if she should bare her fangs and hiss, or if she should laugh.
What he didn't understand was that she didn't bottle her anger and let it fester; she let it out promptly in a variety of channels. If he pressured her, she might claw him in the face, and if she was still angry she might beat down an initiate or two in the name of training.
Sadly, the current Sith administration wasn't keen on the idea of murdering other Sith, so she had one less path open to her.
Ultimately, her sinister expression faded away as she realized that he was just proving he didn't know her. All that talk of psychology hadn't aided him any in determining a single fact about who she really was. In the end he was disarmed.
"How little you understand Haust," She said sadly, before taking another swallow of wine, rolling the liquid around the goblet.
"I don't hold anything in. I keep my secrets until someone has proved they can keep them secrets, but I don't bottle up my emotions. I live in the moment, always."
Her brown eyes fixated on him, and she took in his appearance one more time before draining her second glass. He was lucky he was handsome, or she wouldn't have tolerated his excessively fancy language or persistent psychoanalyzing.
"They say knowledge is power. I'm not in the habit of giving it out freely. But maybe someday, if you work for it. No freebies from now on. You'll work for every scrap I give you, and you'll be grateful for each one. And if you get down on your knees and beg me, then I might be charitable."
Her voice took on a cold and chilling tone, the voice of a woman with absolute control now. The seductress was become a powerful goddess, cruel and resolute. But at the same time, there was the promise of benevolence if she was given devotion.
"So, go ahead." The Seductress was back. "Now's your chance to beg."
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Dec 3, 2012 6:05:33 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 6:05:33 GMT -5
He smiled and nodded, failure was to occur however with failure came success not every battle could be won. An easily acceptable statistic, however with loss came gained intelligence and sated curiosity while some would sulk over a loss Permenion would not, it wasn't his style. She would provide him with what he didn't know previously.
Permenion laughed, and while he didn't hold in his own secrets in as well she gave confidences to close friends, allies. With her proposal he wouldn't seem to be an ally if he were to beg also not in his style. He would lift his glass to his lips sipping down more of the brandy and offering her a smile.
"And now I've fallen victim to causality, however while I could beg it's not my style. The knowledge of your past is inconsequential to me whether I know it or not. If you were to be my enemy it may be useful, however I don't consider you an enemy. So unfortunately I won't beg." He offered an apologetic smile, before continuing.
"And while making that choice may lose me certain perks, they are acceptable losses."
He threw back the drink downing the contents of the glass in a single large gulp, sucking in through his teeth and exhaling out sharply as he laid the glass unto the table.
"Sometimes, in gambling one has to how when to bet, go all in or fold. However the pot and the current hand doesn't seem good enough to bet on. I'm leaning toward folding."
He remained level headed, calm and collected his facial expressions changing to that of relaxed peace.
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Dec 3, 2012 15:44:12 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 15:44:12 GMT -5
"Your analogies are wearing on my patience," Naraka said as she sipped her wine.
It was true. Haust seemed incapable of speaking simply and directly, instead relying on flowery language. Might have dazzled the women in some places, but Naraka was both easier and harder. Yes, she was easier to get into bed, but she was much harder to impress.
And right now she was definitely not impressed, more like mildly annoyed.
"Speak plainly," She instructed brusquely.
With that, The Togruta woman drained her third glass, feeling the alcohol taking its effect. Her skin felt sensitive, and she felt immensely relaxed, it washing over her like a wave, swift and thorough.
She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, imparting some casual advice.
"There's a time to dispense with the pleasantries Haust."
Naraka sighed and wondered just what the human's goal really was. He was elusive, very elusive, and she would have liked straight answers from him. But, she'd live. Of course.
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Dec 3, 2012 20:16:36 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 20:16:36 GMT -5
He looked at her ask she spoke taking in every word and considering it, he'd never been asked to speak plainly to a degree it was seemingly more difficult to him. After she finished speak he held his hands up in a gesture of surrender and nodding.
"Fine, Lets see... I'm sorry for wearing on your patience it was not my intention. What I was saying is what is it I should beg for? The information? because I honestly don't need it, knowing won't effect me negatively.
As for pleasantries, I'm used to being eloquently articulate and conversationally congenial..." He paused realizing he was quickly falling into the habit she just requested he did not. "Sorry... I'm used to speaking nicely something I picked up from Jedi and business habits. The Jedi enjoy being polite just before f**king you over, pardon my language. But it really isn't my intention to offend you, Sith as a ideology or belief and tribe is new to me and I still have much to learn admittedly"
He used the word tribe rather than community, hoping she would see the connection he meant. He tried his best not to make his words fanciful or complicated and hard to read while most could do it easily he has a very elusive personality, intentions hidden behind the slight of word and joking remark. Yet he admitted further, his talking seemed authentic and honest as he seemed to think of words to make his speech simple.
"I don't seek alliances; I seek friends, a word I realize that is meaningless to many here after listening to a lot of members talk. Does that answer your question more adequately?"
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Dec 3, 2012 20:27:38 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 20:27:38 GMT -5
He did, to Naraka’s surprise, speak a little more concisely. And he revealed a few things in the process.
Like many Sith, he seemed to have a chip on his shoulder against the Jedi. All of these fallen Jedi had their own little opinions, usually the same sad story. Jedi Order held me back, Jedi Order made me a slave, Jedi Order stole my lunch money and stuck my head in the toilet. Blaming the Jedi Order for anything was very chic on Korriban.
And the Togruta Master genuinely didn’t care.
Ashla had been a Jedi, and was proud to have served. That had set her up with some excellent initial opinions, but she’d lost her second master to the Jedi. Adri had been stabbed in the chest by them, and fallen limply to the floor. Her loss had left the Togruta without guidance again, and Kalima had wandered further astray and alone.
For Naraka, the two experiences cancelled each other out, and she was firmly neutral on the subject of the Jedi Order. They might have been the adversary, but she didn’t consider herself particularly hostile to them. If she met a Jedi and her orders were not to specifically kill him, in all likelihood she wouldn’t.
Maybe just toy with him a little.
Haust used the word tribe, clearly an appeal to her Togruta sensibilities. What he didn’t know was that she’d only been on Shili for about a decade, total, and she lacked a clear tribal identity. Unlike the typical Togruta, she wasn’t gifted with much in the way of loyalty or social identity. So many years alone in the wild had broken her of that.
“And you want me to be your friend?” Naraka said drily as she folded her arms over her breast, eyes closed tightly.
She wasn’t used to the idea of friends. In life, you used others or they used you. She was in alliances of convenience, not friendships. She was associates with many, but Naraka was not in the habit of being friends.
“I’m not exactly friend material Haust.”
It was true. The Togruta woman was not exactly the good type for a friend. She was far too erratic, too dangerous. Her loyalties were far too flexible.
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Dec 3, 2012 21:30:41 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 21:30:41 GMT -5
He listened albeit he may not have given the appearance to listen but he did, raising a hand to the serving droid and pointing to his glass. "Same thing... " He called out to the droid before looking to Naraka. It took him a while to find the words to be concise, simplistic rather than his usual verbosity.
"You be my friend, possibly and that fact you say you aren't friendship material I disagree."
It was really hard for him not to start droning on about facts and analogies. Yet he tried his best to adhere to her request choosing his words carefully. In appearance she seemed disinterested but they were in a bar, could be the simple effects of alcohol.
"Friends can exist in a relationship where they'll never or rarely have conflicting ideas, right now and in the future I don't foresee us having conflicting ideas.
We may have different methods of training, slightly different methods of pleasure but they don't conflict. They can exist together with out the need for betrayal or violating a friendship"
The desire to use an analogy was strong enough to almost slip from his lips, as they parted for a moment before quickly closing again. Though he had hoped the explanation he gave wasn't considered complex, though it did beg to question if she asked not due to simplicity but comprehension. The serving droid arrived at the table taking the empty glass and replacing it with another filled nearly to the brim with brandy. He offered a nod as it moved away from the table to go about it's routine business.
"Besides Naraka there will be a moment to which anyone will have the desire for a friend, personally I've filled that moment with a drink and a night of company.
Friends are something everyone will want eventually, yet never really need."
He sipped from his glass the taste seeming to bother him less now, as he slouched slightly appearing move relaxed. Looking about the cantina casually before looking over to Naraka.
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Dec 3, 2012 22:48:08 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 3, 2012 22:48:08 GMT -5
Naraka chuckled, a soft and low sound. Her exotic features formed a look of weary amusement, simultaneously conveying that she'd both had enough and that she'd found what he said more funny than inspiring.
Almost as funny, she couldn't sense any deception in him. He seemed honest and open about it, genuinely believing she'd make a good friend. In fact, that was the real funny part.
"Haust, you've known for how long? An hour? Two?"
Naraka poured herself another glass of wine and took a long slip, the liquid filling her with a warm and fuzzy feeling. She was extraordinarily relaxed and nonchalant.
"If you knew me a little better, even if just by reputation, you'd see I'm not exactly friend material."
This time the Togruta woman actually laughed out loud as she started to play with the tip of her right headtail, rolling it around in small circles with her fingers.
"Mistress yes, lover yes, master yes, enemy yes. But never friend. I've never had friends Haust. Never have, and I doubt I will. I have associates, and nothing more. Don't try to delude yourself into believing what we have is special."
I'm a flirt, I'm a tease. Nothing more. Don't you know that?
"A tiger can't change its stripes," She whispered softly, her accent rearing its head again as she fell deeper into intoxication.
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Dec 3, 2012 23:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 3, 2012 23:37:07 GMT -5
As she laughed, it only made him smile and alcohol apparently having an effect on both of them, her take on friendship was a bit of a new aspect perhaps familiar with Sith. Yet it wouldn't stop the human from continuing to try and change her perspective on friendship. Perhaps it was something she'd have to experience first hand in order to understand though he feared sh might lose this battle it was nevertheless an experience to behold for him.
His tone was becoming much more relaxed, his demeanor and posture as well, he took another sip of the brandy exhaling and setting the glass down.
"You know, I might prove you wrong one day.. but until then I can settle for very familiar associate. As for this being special, not particularly not yet however there is hope after all I can be very accommodating. And while a tiger's stripes isn't much of a debate to change, a tiger can be tamed though I'd wager that is fairly difficult."
He lifted his drink in the air, inspecting the now half full glass before sipping it again, and resting it down. Though becoming inebriated he began to think over this Order, it's peoples and how they conducted alliances ,threats it was a new arena. One he'd attempt to understand to master and to gain considerable footing in.
"I just find you much more agreeable than most, and it's not the way you dress though I must say it does help. Otherwise I'm stuck with the dull people in dark robes, who want nothing more than to have a better title."
He looked around again, slightly surprised there was a distinct lack of activity though he did consider the planet did house the Sith Order it didn't really call to make people feel welcome such as Zeltros or Corellia. Though each time he though of a Republic world it only reminded him of his former master, in a way missed that man and in other ways was glad to be rid of him.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 4, 2012 0:33:57 GMT -5
"Oh?" Naraka said with interest, her accent now quite thick. "And are you going to tame me?"
While it could have been said accusationally, as a challenge, or in anger, her actual delivery was the seductive behavior she fell back upon so often. A gleam was in her chocolate eyes, and her lips formed a smile, those wickedly sharp fangs peeking out again. She looked particularly wild, and savage even. She was exotic as could be at that moment.
Naraka was in her element. She was not the nice human girl you took home to mother. She was the wild child, the seductive sister, and the mischievous mistress. It was at moments like that where it was hard to imagine the past.
The Togruta Sith Master had once been a little child, running around and playing. She'd been faithful, loyal, and kind. Her bravery and determination had been put to good causes; once she'd gone into a burning wreck to save survivors.
Ironically, if she'd never done that, if she'd exhibited just a degree of cowardice, she would have been saved a long and painful life of loss and loneliness, and she would have grown up in the bosom of her own happy family.
While that thought had crossed Naraka's mind, there was a core of her hidden deep within that still put select others first. Even if she could have chosen to not go into that wreck, she would have done the same anyway. She couldn't bear to think of living in a world where she'd never met Ashla Ti.
Decades later and her love and devotion still hadn't died. And it never would; Kalima Dey would rather have died than betray Ashla or Adri.
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Post by Raytheon on Dec 4, 2012 2:05:56 GMT -5
Permenion himself thought back to the times of Zeltros, the freedom from the Jedi Order the moments of basking in the light of his own hedonism, sating an seemingly endless pit of Sin. It was good he held no belief in the endless parade of religions that plagued the galaxy like bacteria on sample slide. Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride were all terms that could be used to describe him however none would know of Wrath.
Even in his most angered moments, Permenion remained with a mask of serenity, patience even a coldness. He'd never allow himself to be physically angered with bulging veins and a reddened face, it's what made him perfect in games of emotion, it made him elusive. However it was lust the ruled the moment, "And are you going to tame me?" a statement made in seductive tone.
A slight smirk would stretch across his features, "I would certainly try and if I failed the first time I could try again, multiple times you'll find I can be quite enduring." He would shrug slightly, while looking her in the eyes the luminescence in his own sulfur colored eyes beginning to glimmer slightly in the dimmed environment of the cantina. He leaned forward on the table moving closer.
"And I don't mind how much the tiger bites or claws me in the process, it'll find I can dish back as much pain as it can." He would end that statement with a wink, hinting of the scratch that still adorned his cheek though now showing signs of healing. He considered her very aggressive in the bed and welcomed the idea of pain and pleasure, and at times simply pain for pleasure.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 4, 2012 2:29:02 GMT -5
"Oh yes," Naraka purred, like a cat being stroked by soft hands. "Unstoppable force meets immovable object. I like."
Under the table, her foot moved up touch the human man's leg, steadily progressing up the inside of his leg, coming to a stop near a sensitive place, where she moved her toes rhythmically.
She was highly turned on now, eager to pit herself against him in a little contest of wills. She could use pain, she could use pleasure. He'd give it to her, and she'd give it to him. The chance to dominate and to be dominated...
Intoxicating as the wine she'd been consuming.
"The tiger might like that pain. Sometimes she enjoys someone strong enough to make her feel it."
The Togruta woman's fangs dug into her lower lip, obviously drawing pleasure from the notion of pain. It was her drug. Pain was orgasmic during intimacy, there was no other way around it. While she could be gentle and sweet when it served her purposes, she really much preferred a hand on her throat and her nails clawing her lover's back, and of course her wickedly sharp fangs sinking into flesh.
Being Naraka's equal in bed was not a prospect for the faint of heart. And now? Now she considered a challenge on the table.
"But the tiger..." Naraka leaned forward and whispered, her voice a throaty whisper, rich with a lilting accent, "She has voracious appetites. Let's see if her prospective mate can keep up."
With that, Naraka leaned back, grinning in a way that intentionally revealed her pearly white teeth, immaculately straight. Her eyes blazed with lust, and it was clear she'd have no hesitation taking him on the table in full view of a dozen people.
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Dec 4, 2012 3:45:52 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 4, 2012 3:45:52 GMT -5
He continued to smirk looking into her chocolate brown eyes, even after the talk of "Unstoppable force meets immovable object" Licking his lips as if preparing for a meal until the touch of her foot to his leg causing him to flinch only slightly, an unexpected action. However as she continued he shifted his leg against her foot keeping eye contact with her the entire moment. Listening, and allowing himself to bask in the moment of verbal play, though her foot wasn't making it exclusively verbal.
"The tiger might like that pain. Sometimes she enjoys someone strong enough to make her feel it."
He liked it, this was a game he could play while he didn't show it in appearance he was very familiar to pain, both taking it and giving it. He was capable of making love, simple sex and roughness to a degree of losing a security deposit and owing infirmary bills. In his vast sexual experience sometimes vanilla sex lost it's flavor and required a degree of kick as many described it, pain was that kick.
She she was a master at seduction, but could she match his endurance, his prowess, his experience, could she last the night? The thought made him chuckle darkly on the inside, the many he left as a sweating twitching being on the mattress. It was when she leaned forward and whisper a challenge did he finally realize she may need to find out first hand.
This time the chuckle was mildly obvious, he seemed slightly amused and tempted at the same time. "And here I was questioning your ability to keep up with me, to last as long as me, to keep up with me, and take the pain I give and maybe.. just maybe give it back."
With it said his pants became incredibly uncomfortable he consider throwing her over his shoulder and running her her chambers, but it seemed too far. His ship was closer yet still a bit too far in the heat of the current moment. With that thought he adjusted in his side of the booth attempting to make himself more comfortable. Quickly grabbing the glass and downing it with a single gulp and tossing setting it on the floor next to him rather than on the table, his eye contact still not waning.
Hoping perhaps it would send the message that exhibitionism was not something he'd be opposed. Following that, he reached to the collar of his under tunic unbuttoning it, as it seemed to get abundantly warmer.
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Dec 4, 2012 4:04:06 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 4, 2012 4:04:06 GMT -5
The amused smile remained on her face.
"You don't know me very well," Naraka whispered across the table, returning her foot to the floor, though her lust was practically burning away her clothing. Her desires were screaming at her, and she wanted him now. No excuses, now.
However, she couldn't quite have him now. It just wasn't done.
But when had that ever stopped Naraka before?
In a swift movement, she dragged aside the table with the Force, and she flung herself on top of the human. With an animal passion she locked lips, her hands delving inside his robes. She dug her nails into him, and her fangs found his lip, and she bit.
While she could easily have drawn blood, she kept the force of her jaw much lighter, aiming merely to cause pain rather than lasting damage. Similarly, her nails weren't likely to do much.
The Togruta woman kissed him greedily and passionately, forcing herself on him, though she knew for certain he wasn't about to resist. She was also heedless of the audience, as about a half dozen heads in the cantina had turned and were staring.
It wasn't every day you saw a gorgeous pair of people begin to passionately pursue intimacy in the middle of the Dreshdae cantina.
Naraka had no regrets.
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Dec 4, 2012 4:56:44 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 4, 2012 4:56:44 GMT -5
Permenion could honestly had said he didn't expect this walking in...
Her sultry voice, made a small statement before the table began to move to the side, his eyes distractedly following it before his peripherals caught the buxom red moving toward him. With a reaction similar to a gunslinger reaching for his pistol his hand was upon his lightsaber hilt when she was already atop of him, her lips locked upon his, and for the moment he was surprised yet quickly reacted accordingly sharing the lip locked kiss, a slight grumble emitted from his throat as she bit down upon his lip.
Did it hurt? Yes, but he enjoyed it immensely as his left hand planted against her hip and his other tracing it's way up her bust as they kissed, before firmly grabbing her by the neck squeezing enough to hold control of it yet not enough to asphyxiate her. He knew where he was, and how many people were now watching, it was just a simple matter of him not giving a d*mn.
With control he would break the kiss only for a moment to quickly slap her enough to cause considerable pain, followed by the solitary gasp of another patron in the cantina. Along with a single line from his own lips.
"Where's that tiger, surely it can bite harder.."
The look in his eyes would be a dominate yet lustful glare, as the flush of red would come upon his cheeks as his body heated up in response to the continued stimulation.
Meanwhile the hand that struck reached down to his own tunic literally ripping away the expensive yet troublesome fabric that in the heated moment only thwarted his purposes. Exposing his bare chest decorated with several slice scars, claws mark as well as a blaster wound on his upper right pec.
Offering her a soft canvas for the nails that only seemed to tease him, quickly pulling at the materials and untucking them from under his belt and slacks. To provide his slender muscled abdomen for teasing, cutting what she desired and planned for him.
His own body bucked against her as if pressing to gain control, held back only by his own desire to tempt her, to bring out the feral beast he had hoped was hidden within. Permenion was determined to break her, or as he put it... tame her, and even if he failed it would have been well worth the attempt.
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Dec 4, 2012 5:09:13 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Dec 4, 2012 5:09:13 GMT -5
Naraka felt a rush of pleasure shoot up her spine as her grabbed her firmly by the throat, and she let out a muffled sound of pleasure. It doubled when he slapped her hard across the face.
"That's it," She said with a fire in her eyes. "I like it rough."
And just as swiftly she was back in action. She slashed him across the face with her sharp nails, digging her knees into his stomach, exerting pressure with her legs. And this time, she didn't hold back.
The Togruta kissed him again, but this time she sank her teeth into his lower lip with all the bite force she could muster, her fangs digging deep and causing bleeding. The pain would be almost orgasmic, and she tasted his blood in her mouth.
Emboldened by the metallic taste, Naraka dragged him off of the booth and shoved him onto the floor, staying on top of him. She continued to sink her teeth into various areas of his exposed flesh, with varying bite strength. One bite would be soft, and the next would draw blood. Her hands weren't idle either, as she continued to claw at him, letting out animalistic noises of pleasure.
The reaction in the cantina was mixed.
"Are they fighting or frakkin'?" One man asked.
"Who can tell with these Sith?" A bearded man rubbed his temples and returned to his beer.
Naraka stopped her biting for a second, blood trickling down her chin and a wild fire in her eyes.
"Tiger can scratch!" She purred.
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Dec 4, 2012 5:52:57 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Dec 4, 2012 5:52:57 GMT -5
She liked it rough, this he knew and he was practicing well enough, however as expected the tiger could get a lot more rough, the quick and visceral slash across the face as well her knees into his stomach caused him to grown in pain, his face tilted aside side as blood began to pour from the claw marks.
With the kiss that followed and the consequent bite that followed caused Permenion to grunt, until muffled by the kiss that followed. The bite was deep enough to cause the wound to bleed out down his chin and neck, running down his chest in singular strands of red. By appearance most would think to help him, however Permenion lived for passions in all forms, rough, flowery didn't matter to him, he was in heaven.
He was dragged like a dummy unto the floor which caused him to exhale sharply, the taste of his own blood an aphrodisiac in his mouth.
As she began to bite him several times he tilted his head back closing his eyes before looking back to her his mouth covered in blood, his face scratched and bleeding, as her nails clawed at his torso.
He allowed her a moment of control, a moment he would soon snatch away once he was given her statement and enough pain to thrive from. "Tiger can scratch!" Now his turn offer his own form of pain and pleasure. Having lost grip when falling to the floor he grabbed her throat again, this time gripped tight enough to cause her to choke, using his other hand to deliver a quick back hand and follow up hook to her side, before throwing her to the side and quickly putting himself atop of her.
His chest clawed in several places, literally reddened with blood as it would drip atop of her, his chin and neck just as red as if he'd drunken blood himself. Tattered shreds of blood stained purple and charcoal colored clothing hanging from his back and arms.
He would quickly back hand her again, to keep her off balance before grabbing the strip of leather covering the modesty at her waist and ripping it away with a single tug. Looking unto her face with a tamed ferocity, he would offer a grin before speaking himself.
"My turn... little tiger"
He would speak in a deep and slowed voice, in preparation to test just how much pain that body could tolerate. Reaching to his utility belt as it fell unto the floor, thudding metallically with a single press of the latching clip and winking
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