Malyasa'yr Tyatr vurel jatha
The hammer struck against the fiery metal, held in place regardless its protest of blazing sparks upon each of the hammer's bite, by the tightly locked tongues. The anvil blackened by weaker shards burned off from the rod by the relentlessness of flame and pressure. It would be painful for the eyes to bare such a sight, if only for the black T visor before them by the embracing helmet, making the Blacksmith's gaze as steadfast as the Beskar he forged, minding no flame blaze nor screeching shards from the bent metal.
The screaming cacophony of the flame being silenced beneath the cold water conjured thick white steam, hot enough to melt away any flesh it caressed. Screaming toppled only by the drums beating outside the forge. Trailing down the narrow streets of the thickly packed shanty town that filled every inch of ground behind the high stone walls of the fort, the occasional blaze disturbed the dark of night. A cantina brawl, Rattataki drunkards and armed thugs yielding into their unsated urge for violence on one another. Farther down the ill-charted streets, cyborg slaves roamed the darker corners, perhaps aimlessly wandering. Or were they tracing their path to a quest given by their cutthroat masters? One could only guess...
Malyasa'yr prudii vurel shukur
Another bestial roar echoed from the large warship. Its curved back and hunched shape hinted to the Mandalorian design, yet the level of modification and patchworks of old battle wounds made it little different than any of the several looming ships silently levitating, anchored just few dozen meters over the vast jungles. It was late at night, long past the setting of the battling suns. The grim presence of the Pyramids not too far from the fort made any who rested their eyes upon to feel a chilling cold crawling up their spine. An inexplicable sensation of fear, attributed to the beaming dark Nexus of the Sith Academy, crowning the Blackhill Mountains.
Another bestial roar echoed. The heavy chains dragging on the durasteel deck, as the giant nostrils of the monstrous creature stretched and thickened by its heavy breathing. His claws scratching the deck by the sheer weight and violent intent. Whispering echoes of malice journeyed invisible within the deck, magnetized by the very presence of the beast all the way from the Dark Academy in the distance, causing a disturbance sensible even to those of no affinity yet to know its origins.
Gerivade remained silent. Observing the slow, tense moment between the She-Mando and the beast. She openned herself in the Force, allowing these maddening whispers to find harbor in her mind. Wicked, and cruel, they were yet enough to twist the already corrupt mind of the Dar'Manda. Her focus remained, invisible threads connecting her fiery eyes and the Mandalorian inside the Cage...
Malyasa'yr Drahr vurel briada tug'yc
And yet, a moment of silence followed. The Beast, affected by the Dark Side's Nexus, could yet recognize the one who had bested it not too long ago, in the jungles it once called its own. Now? Now it was trapped in four walls of durasteel....
It growled... A step forth.
It growled again...
@Kallina Rives
Will the Stars ever fade
The hammer struck against the fiery metal, held in place regardless its protest of blazing sparks upon each of the hammer's bite, by the tightly locked tongues. The anvil blackened by weaker shards burned off from the rod by the relentlessness of flame and pressure. It would be painful for the eyes to bare such a sight, if only for the black T visor before them by the embracing helmet, making the Blacksmith's gaze as steadfast as the Beskar he forged, minding no flame blaze nor screeching shards from the bent metal.
The screaming cacophony of the flame being silenced beneath the cold water conjured thick white steam, hot enough to melt away any flesh it caressed. Screaming toppled only by the drums beating outside the forge. Trailing down the narrow streets of the thickly packed shanty town that filled every inch of ground behind the high stone walls of the fort, the occasional blaze disturbed the dark of night. A cantina brawl, Rattataki drunkards and armed thugs yielding into their unsated urge for violence on one another. Farther down the ill-charted streets, cyborg slaves roamed the darker corners, perhaps aimlessly wandering. Or were they tracing their path to a quest given by their cutthroat masters? One could only guess...
Malyasa'yr prudii vurel shukur
Will the shadow ever break
Another bestial roar echoed from the large warship. Its curved back and hunched shape hinted to the Mandalorian design, yet the level of modification and patchworks of old battle wounds made it little different than any of the several looming ships silently levitating, anchored just few dozen meters over the vast jungles. It was late at night, long past the setting of the battling suns. The grim presence of the Pyramids not too far from the fort made any who rested their eyes upon to feel a chilling cold crawling up their spine. An inexplicable sensation of fear, attributed to the beaming dark Nexus of the Sith Academy, crowning the Blackhill Mountains.
Another bestial roar echoed. The heavy chains dragging on the durasteel deck, as the giant nostrils of the monstrous creature stretched and thickened by its heavy breathing. His claws scratching the deck by the sheer weight and violent intent. Whispering echoes of malice journeyed invisible within the deck, magnetized by the very presence of the beast all the way from the Dark Academy in the distance, causing a disturbance sensible even to those of no affinity yet to know its origins.
Gerivade remained silent. Observing the slow, tense moment between the She-Mando and the beast. She openned herself in the Force, allowing these maddening whispers to find harbor in her mind. Wicked, and cruel, they were yet enough to twist the already corrupt mind of the Dar'Manda. Her focus remained, invisible threads connecting her fiery eyes and the Mandalorian inside the Cage...
Malyasa'yr Drahr vurel briada tug'yc
Will the Dragons ever roar again
The large beast lurked in the corner of the deck, much to the shadows it created by tearing down most of the ceiling lights, now left to hang from the entrails of the electric systems, occasionally spitting sparks of energy giving them life on their own. The Beast seemed to cause that, its breath deep in its lungs, bleeding light visible in reflections in its trachea. It was ready to bite. Ready to charge. Ready to Kill....
And yet, a moment of silence followed. The Beast, affected by the Dark Side's Nexus, could yet recognize the one who had bested it not too long ago, in the jungles it once called its own. Now? Now it was trapped in four walls of durasteel....
It growled... A step forth.
It growled again...
@Kallina Rives
