𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @sonofdathomiir . » maul / asajj .
shaving her head had been a high convenience. no need to fuss over the hair getting in her way or being otherwise unruly. there was the inconvenience of maintaining the shave , of course , but that was minuscule. it took less time to deal with that after so many rotations than it would to fool with it everyday. she’d allowed it to grow in her time as a bounty hunter , allowing it to disguise herself from the republic that wanted to hold her accountable for her crimes and from the confederacy that wanted her dead.
still , it had been manageable then.
easily swept or shaken from her face , no hindrance to her sight. no heavy weight to it , not enough that it could be used against her. in the aftermath of her ‘ death ’ , of her receding as deep into the force as she could and barely clinging to life until she had been returned to the depths of dathomir , it had grown. she had allowed it to continue to grow when the swamps finally released her , too weak still to cut it away much less shave it.
it stays in braids now , tightly wound to her skull , as she watches maul sift through the remnants of her village. watches from above , cloaked in the force , til she’s satisfied and jumps down landing neatly , silently in the clearing. nearby , the rancor she tamed lurks. waiting for some sort of signal , for the slightest danger to his mistress. lightsaber in hand but not yet activated , asajj releases her grasp on the force to reveal herself. “ there’s no one left to help you. or for you to kill , maul. ” a tip of the head , blue eyes frosty as they sweep him from head to toe. “ what brings you here? ”
