Post by Poludnica on May 31, 2013 11:52:47 GMT -5
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The muffled sound of voices echoed against the stark, ancient walls, just barely audible enough to be heard beneath the tip-tapping of her heels on the polished floors. Biting a lip, Danica was reminded of the dangers the Temple hid. Wagering the voice belonged to the same person she was there to meet , the woman hesitated. Lingering doubts began to gnaw at the core of her being – leaving long trails of fear. Those were the Sith – dark, predatory force users. Disloyal, aggressive, angry. She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled stale, dusty air. Everything on this planet reeked of crumbling walls and arid decay.
Of death.
Shudder of dread began to make its way up her spine. Dark tendrils of the Force whispered to the fallen Coruscanti aristocrat. Their tempting hum resonated in every marble sculpture, every ancient stone. There was something alluring in this hungry power – a promise of freedom and for someone who had lived in a cage for nearly three decades it was a bait impossible to ignore. The whispers were becoming more insistent with every moment she had spent in the Temple.
No, things had gone too far. Her father had attacked the last thing dear to her. They weren't safe anymore and it would be a matter of time before Cassius crossed the borders of the Sith space.
Danica froze as she nearly arrived at her destination, pale digits poised just inches from the heavy old-fashioned door. The muffled voice the woman had been following gained clarity at once. It was him. Unthinking, the dark haired girl straightened her posture, the tips of her manicured nails running over her tied-back hair, smoothing away any fly-aways, before quietly opening to doors. Trying to convince herself it was just another business meeting. She put great effort to look properly businesslike today. Like a professional - not a scared , intimidated girl in a lion's den. Black, feminine business suit, delicate, proper make up and modest high-heels added up to rather confident image of an experienced businesswoman.
Only the unsure, doubtful expression and timid movements ruined this image, creating a rather noticeable dissonance. Danica felt a sudden urge to escape, to leave this wretched Temple behind. How did it happen she ended up making deals with the demon himself? One of the most dangerous men in the Sith space or maybe even the entire Galaxy.
Damnit. She chided herself for the foolish cowardice and raised her hand to knock on the doors. Cleaning her throat, Danica finally mustered enough courage to call: ”Lord Eurachis? “ The girl said - a distinct Coruscant lilt carried in the cautious words.
To call him a Lord? Darth? Eurachis The Almighty? Or to drop the pretenses? Tight knot of anxiety began to built in her throat, coaxing an uneasy cough from her. He can't be worse than Cassius... Danica tried to find solace in the thought before taking a surprisingly bold step into the office.
The muffled sound of voices echoed against the stark, ancient walls, just barely audible enough to be heard beneath the tip-tapping of her heels on the polished floors. Biting a lip, Danica was reminded of the dangers the Temple hid. Wagering the voice belonged to the same person she was there to meet , the woman hesitated. Lingering doubts began to gnaw at the core of her being – leaving long trails of fear. Those were the Sith – dark, predatory force users. Disloyal, aggressive, angry. She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled stale, dusty air. Everything on this planet reeked of crumbling walls and arid decay.
Of death.
Shudder of dread began to make its way up her spine. Dark tendrils of the Force whispered to the fallen Coruscanti aristocrat. Their tempting hum resonated in every marble sculpture, every ancient stone. There was something alluring in this hungry power – a promise of freedom and for someone who had lived in a cage for nearly three decades it was a bait impossible to ignore. The whispers were becoming more insistent with every moment she had spent in the Temple.
No, things had gone too far. Her father had attacked the last thing dear to her. They weren't safe anymore and it would be a matter of time before Cassius crossed the borders of the Sith space.
Danica froze as she nearly arrived at her destination, pale digits poised just inches from the heavy old-fashioned door. The muffled voice the woman had been following gained clarity at once. It was him. Unthinking, the dark haired girl straightened her posture, the tips of her manicured nails running over her tied-back hair, smoothing away any fly-aways, before quietly opening to doors. Trying to convince herself it was just another business meeting. She put great effort to look properly businesslike today. Like a professional - not a scared , intimidated girl in a lion's den. Black, feminine business suit, delicate, proper make up and modest high-heels added up to rather confident image of an experienced businesswoman.
Only the unsure, doubtful expression and timid movements ruined this image, creating a rather noticeable dissonance. Danica felt a sudden urge to escape, to leave this wretched Temple behind. How did it happen she ended up making deals with the demon himself? One of the most dangerous men in the Sith space or maybe even the entire Galaxy.
Damnit. She chided herself for the foolish cowardice and raised her hand to knock on the doors. Cleaning her throat, Danica finally mustered enough courage to call: ”Lord Eurachis? “ The girl said - a distinct Coruscant lilt carried in the cautious words.
To call him a Lord? Darth? Eurachis The Almighty? Or to drop the pretenses? Tight knot of anxiety began to built in her throat, coaxing an uneasy cough from her. He can't be worse than Cassius... Danica tried to find solace in the thought before taking a surprisingly bold step into the office.
