The Fading Light (Invitation Only)

[Triune]

*Along the Hydrian Way swirls a killer of galaxies, a black hole. It's massive gravitic field serves as a 'sign post' for the freighters that use the Way. Once a planetary system floated here, its name long lost, its inhabitants dead or migrated to other worlds to lose their identity becoming just another stand in the polygot tapestry of this region. It consumed the sun, unraveling it like a ball of twine. Planet after planet ground into dust and swallowed by the insatiable hunger that lie at the heart of the black hole. Into this devestation she came. Upon the last moon-sized body to exist she now stood. There was a thin atmosphere here, enough to breathe, the illumination from the heated gases of the hole's event horizon was enough to create the illusion of sunlight but in truth it was the heat that turned this place into a forge. She peered at the destroyer of worlds with an expressionless face.*

"They will not understand, Father." She whispers, speaking to the celestial devastator in the sky above her. "They flail and rage like angry apes confused even by the simplest of things. They rail against me hurling their fury and loathing like baboons hurling their own waste. I am losing what little patience I have." She bows her head working her hands into fists over and over again. The silence of the void is all ears can hear.

"I know, I know I must find patience or I will be left with only cinders to rule. I am trying." She pauses, turning to look rimward from the black hole. Her eyes narrow as beyond Sight she sees, beyond Hearing she hears and she is displeased...

"You vile, presumptuous hairless monkeys!" She hisses as her emerald eyes crackle to life with amber fire. Her hands clench not into fists but claws as the ground around her is gouged with deep furrows. "You would array the might of both the Sith and the Republic against me? Do you think a dark side is enough to stop me? Do you not EVER listen? I have been Gentle with you!" She closes her eyes as her body glows with a nimbus of amber light, her furious will drawing energy too quickly to conceal. She opens her eyes once more, two pits of crackling fire is all that is visible.

"No more. You have tasted the last of the Carrot, now you will feel the Crop." She glares at a the distant point of light that has so infuriated her.

"Hear the Primordal Howl of the stygian night, the same howl that sent your club-wielding ancestors scurring for their caves. Hear my howl and tremble!"

She arches her back as the nimbus of light flares to the brightness of a solar flare, her lungs fill with the thin air of this dying world, her jaw drops agape as she shrieks forth a howl charged with the energies born of her people and of her line, sent across the force like a banshee's wail or the hunting cry of some fearsome beast long thought a myth... Her fury honed to that one glimmering light in the black-dire sky; Korriban

[Triune]

*The howl ends but Lirreka is hardly staggered, here in this dying place, within the aura of this phoenix-like aspect of the universe she has fuel to burn, her eyes have not dimmed as the amber-flame flows like tears down her cheeks to spiral off cinders the color of polished gold, fury stones they are called, Symbols of primal anger.*

"Across this void I can see you, I can hear you taste you touch you, rip you flay you rend you!" her jaw clenched in furious rage as she glares at that distant star. "But that death would be too quick, too merciful... You have spent the last of my mercy and the price for more is steep..." She reaches out her left hand, curled into a trembling claw as the star that represents Korriban fits easily between her talon-curled fingers.

"I will peal the skin from your flesh, flay the flesh from your bones and worry them dry to suck the marrow from them and still I will not let you die, such is my hate for you..." These words intoned, empowered... The promise of a Matron.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She hears this disturbance through the Force while meditating upon Korriban. Her blood runs cold and she feels her skin crawling. She senses the anger the Ebon Matron has towards the Sith and Republic now. The horrific scream echoes through her mind as the image of Lirreka skinning someone fills her head. She tries to block the images but can't keep them from coming. There is only one word for what she feels.....Fear.*

[Adena]

Adena seaces her pacing as she notices a pain deep within her chest, as if part of her were ablaze in a near agonizing rage. Casting her emerald eyes about the Vally the Huntress then turns her gaze to the stars, as the echos of a distant howl came to her notice " She has learned" she mutters, shaking her head in dismay.
" Her patiance is wearing thin, as is the galaxies hope for any fair fight against her"

[Triune]

*Her hands tremble, aching to wreak suffering upon them, any of them. Here she could do it though it cost her much if not her own life, to channel such energies over such distance would be... lethal. Slowly, with supreme effort she forced her fingers to relax, her tremors to still. She lowered her hands to her sides, the furious pounding of empowered blood in her ears subsided. Amber slipped behind the valves of emerald once more yet still she stared still she Saw. She released a long held breath and spoke*

"Yea the Betrayer will come unto me and she will bear witness unto my words, she will carry them to these Ulnin Elggor, these soon dying and during this she will be permitted to buy mercy. Should she hide her eyes, should she cower 'neath her scurious lord she and she alone will feel the wrath of my twin hearts and I will teach her what it means to fear the darkness and the night.. So sayeth, so mote it be.." Her words said and spoken now silence.