she moves with feline sort of grace, contorting at the waist into a deep reverential bow to the man she called master; force signature alighting briefly at the praise before fading into shadow once more. DARK eyes overtaken by pupil focus intently on glinting durasteel as if seeking to glimpse the man beneath. ‘ yes, MASTER. ’ silvery words fall from lips, the grin offered to her master more a feral baring of teeth. a trained hound she is, a BEAST prowling just beneath the surface, set on a scent & told to DESTROY. dark cowl blends easily into the shadow as she moves, following her senses until she caught the scent.
she does not return to his side until the weapon in her hands is painted a deep carmine, presented as a GIFT to her master as the liquid bleeds into the light, spreading ‘cross the floor. ‘ is our mission fulfilled? ’
DISTANCE PREVENTS WITNESS, BUT SOUND PROVIDES NEWS. her brutality is audible with every slice and crunch, the thump of a body comes after a final howl of fright; things that would have rendered him disgusted before the beast had taken hold, before the mad dogs made a home within the black of his heart. kylo ren would not blink nor twitch when eyes set upon the weapon coated in ruby, he admires it quietly, stance unchanged from when first he made his command. THERE IS DELIBERATION IN HIS SILENCE –––––– is their mission fulfilled ?
‘ NO –––– ’ though one man lay dead, he would not be the last. he knew the resistance, he knew their determination. their hope is never failing. ‘ there will be others . . . one may take on the task he could never complete. our mission is ongoing . . . UNTIL THE FALL OF THE REBELLION. ’
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