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That this being before him was both beautiful and dangerous was very obvious, even without the Force singing her praises in what was both a warning and a sonata. This place in general was of an otherwordly isolation. Obi-Wan felt like an intruder and apologetic for it. Had he not been forced to retreat by attackers close by, he would not have dared disturbing the sacred peace.

But a part of him was glad that he did, since he got to lay his eyes on this beautiful woman. Half beast, half Mother Nature herself. Clearly meant to be wild and free and magnificent. Beholding the sight was an honour. The lush, beautiful forest around him felt welcoming in the Force and promised safety. Obi-Wan couldn't risk hurting it by his presence.

When she came closer, his eyes met hers and his lips pulled into a smile. "I'm unharmed, thank you, my lady." He gave a polite bow. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I'm afraid that I can't stay too long. I outran a rather large group of hostiles and I'm afraid of leading them to you." He would hate to endanger his gorgeous saviour and this serene place.

° • * ˚ ⁀ ➷ @lightfaithed , has left a tender love letter at the vulpine's shrine ( source ) : ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

　 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 [ ... ] 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. for a moment, mayhap longer than she consciously realizes, it is in quietude that she shrouds herself ; the vixen observes him with curious eyes, and in spite of the bloodied smears still marring the pallor of claw - tipped hands, the sharp edges of her demeanor seem to suddenly soften. the hound - like ears above the crown of her head wiggle for the most fleeting of moments before finally lowering themselves on each side of her skull, an unspoken indication that she harbors neither hostility nor antipathy towards him ( the trees whisper in her ears, they have found a sense of solace in his presence, and now urge her to do the same ) .

and thus her spine proudly straightens once more, niveous fur - coated appendages sway and then mold themselves into the shape of a lotus flower. finally, she is more woman and less beast. ❝ there is no need to thank me. the trees wouldn't have forgiven me, if something bad happened to you. ❞ honey - sweet is the faint bell of laughter that bubbles forth then, a dulcet string of girlish titters. ahri knows not why the forest seems to have welcomed this man into its heart with such zeal, but it would be unfair to doubt or disdain their judgment. 'pon quiet footfalls she saunters closer, halting her steps only once she is close enough to better glimpse at the bright colors of his soul: they shift and turn like the tides of a moon - lit sea, an endless and lively tapestry of greens and yellows and grays. if she only reached out, she knew that she would taste marine salt and sunlight on her tongue. ❝ are you wounded, dear traveler ? if so, allow me to tend to you. ❞

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When Anakin was very vulnerable, like during nightmares, he was unable to keep his side of the bond fully quiet. Obi-Wan had already stirred from his own sleep before Anakin startled awake, feeling the impending crescendo of the shock and sadness. When it culminated, he reached out to place his hand on Anakin's shoulder comfortingly.

"Shh, you're safe. You're safe." In the darkness of the room and the quiet of the night, Anakin's laboured breathing sounded even louder. "I'm here, Anakin." He poured calmness into their bond.

independent, selective 𝐨𝐛𝐢-𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢 written by lea, @lightfaithed. and @alootus, milla, telling the story of 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐞́ 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞.

hey don’t cry. trees grow out of the ground.

                      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒;                   𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓.

template.

This is how you do it. You think the First Order would rescue four pilots? Hell no. And that’s everything the resistance stands for. We won’t just tell the rest of the galaxy who we are, General. We’ll show'em.

           JOIN THE RESISTANCE,

                                              AND NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND.  

by kel Ⓒ

I Will Do What I Must.

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Star Wars: The Clone Wars → Season 7 Ep 9 Old Friends Not Forgotten

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His surroundings were sharp and hostile. Mountains made of black stone shot up towards the sky, their tips sharp like claws. The grey sky was cloudy and Obi-Wan heard thunder ramble like an unseen ghost that threatened to come closer and closer. Occasionally he saw lightning flash in those clouds. The wind blew like a sharp slap. Everything here screamed of malice and darkness. Obi-Wan swallowed and tried to calm himself. He only barely managed to ignite his lightsaber and defend himself when he was suddenly attacked.

The man was taller than him and shrouded in both mystery and a dark cloak. His attacks were ruthless, making the Jedi grunt in an effort to parry them. Obi-Wan knew he was being pushed further back with each strike but found no good moment to retaliate or place himself somewhere else.

One step back left him stepping on nothing, even though he had not seen any end to this barren plateau he was located on. He fell with a surprised cry and woke up with a start in his own bed. Breathing heavily and covered in sweat, Obi-Wan realised who he had seen. Exar Kun. He placed his hand on his chest to calm his racing heart and closed his eyes. There is no emotion, there is peace.

independent, selective 𝐨𝐛𝐢-𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢 written by lea, @lightfaithed. and @alootus, milla, telling the story of 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐞́ 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞.