head is still pounding from the thunderstorm inside it , despite the mother’s spell . he forgets , heals , clear vision slowly coming back to him . and yet , the clearer it becomes the more he remembers , the more restless he gets . creature stiffens at the unfamiliar voice . no . no , not ‘creature’ anymore . head snaps in her direction , like a panther startled , looking up from its prey . darth … but is he that still ? unaccustomed new legs make his rising into a sitting position quite ungraceful . a huff as eyes burn into the stranger . 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 , yet it doesn’t have quite the same hue to it . but he remembers little of this world . “ and you are my handmaiden ? or is there another reason why you are so close ? ”
thief ! the eyes of the sun / son of dathomir snap open and rob her of breath . frightened , for fear are the shackles that keep the mutt bound to the dirt , the prying visitor jolts back in distance . know your place , slave . muttered admission excuse her defiance , eyes trained to worship the ground than stare back as an equal . ❝ —— no . forgive me , brother . ❞ can she even call him that ? she was not of his brotherhood , not zabrak ! yet her own markings yearned to find her place among the tribe .
a peace offering disguised as pretext , a small bowl is placed beside him over the stone . something to nourish him during his restoration ; whether his mind or body would return to him first would be left to his own devices . yet it was a deception to grant an audience with the famed Sith . before her sat the ambitious illusion manifested into flesh and terror . hungry dogs are never loyal . but would his fate be the inheritance of this starving dream ? and what of ventress ? was dathomir fated to produce failed heirs to a dead legacy ? ❝ i am azhar . my brothers , they spoke of you . you - you are home now . ❞
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