#Nightbrother Headcanons
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Zabrak boyfriend dropping the carcass of his latest kill on your doorstep is a courting ritual.
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The "left in a hurry" vibes of the old village following the Nightsister genocide makes the whole place into a graveyard. Not to say that Dathomir, baseline, isn't a thriving microcosm of decay, but the prevalence of the Dark Side in the place makes the rot take a little quicker. The world's a little hungrier than most. A little more determined to take what remains of the ships and skiffs and structures picked clean by Nightbrother hands to salvage and conserve those few things that still serve a purpose.
They don't take much. Too many memories attached to the world that was before Maul arrived -- before construction began up the Peak. The prevailing notion that so much of those artifacts are cursed or haunted keeps them from over-reliance on the old ways.
Maul encourages the shifting paradigm:
A red dawn rises over Dathomir these days, and everything left draped in shadow, he insists, is better off buried anyway.
#Headcanuary#Headcanuary 2024#Day 03: Technology#Dathomir#Darth Maul#Long May He Reign#Crimson Dawn#the dark before Crimson Dawn?#Nightbrother#Nightbrothers#Nightbrother Headcanons#Dathomir Headcanons#Nightsisters#Fanon#Star Wars#Star Wars Headcanons#Star Wars horror#Maul#world building from the Everyone Lives AU
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Oh great Wishmonger - I'm curious. What were the bros like when pursuing an intended mate when they were just starting out? Before Savage was magically enhanced? Before Maul's fall on Naboo? Before Feral had his first kiss? Not necessarily a first time in bed - just how did they show interest Before the galaxy cruelly shaped them into their deadliest selves?
I struggled with this one a bit, I'll be honest, anon -- I try to respond to the fantasy often but there are occasions where the headcanon is so strong that it sometimes makes it prohibitive.
Permit me to explain myself, and apologies if this wasn't what you were hoping for:
I think "mate" is a very strong term that imparts significance to a zabrak's chosen partner -- not to serve some biological imperative, because it's free of sex or gender -- but because it implies a connection that's deeper than boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other/partner/wife/husband/in singular or plural. A "mate" is someone to whom their soul is connected. It's forever.
Given what we know of Maul's upbringing under Sidious, even and especially if we considered Wrath as canon, he would not have had that opportunity. His Master's Grand Plan was too deeply inculcated. He had a purpose and he was forged for that mission alone -- and even if he had met his soul's connection in some dingy alley in the depths of an ecumenopolis somewhere, or on a prison satellite, or at an auction where he might've met his enemy for the first time, or top of a reactor shaft where he nearly lost his life... he wouldn't have recognized that flicker between him and another being that sparked recognition, and if he did, he wouldn't know what it meant. The don't call it "the Tragedy of Darth Maul" for nothing.
As for Savage and Feral, selecting a mate wasn't an option for them. They were chosen by Nightsisters as breeding stock, their candidacy determined through brutal Selection to determine the most viable Nightbrother partners. (I don't like the Nightsisters much for various reasons, but this is definitely one of them.) If we assume that Nightbrothers had any agency whatsoever, their relationships were with each other, and those connections were fleeting, given the precedent. I don't think many Nightbrothers had the opportunity to pair off with their hearts' chosen, and if they were among the clans, then the risk of losing them because of the Nightsisters government is practically a given. And I don't want to think about what it means for two people to be torn apart like that. (I mean, yes I do because the side of my work that I don't often share on this blog is driven by angst and I think there's a good story there, but it causes me pain when paired with Feral and Savage in particular, and I will fiercely protect their hearts from anyone who tries to break them.)
"But what if they could?" you're asking. "What if we re-wrote the history completely?"
Fine, then. Have it your way.
Feral would likely do something outlandish, like carving your name into the bare patch of skin over his hearts with diluted hydraatis acid to declare how very serious he is about courting you
Savage would come by your hut every day, morning, noon, and night to escort you everywhere so everyone in the village understands his claim, bringing you little trinkets that he's made for you. It's a task because you know he was keeping one eye on his little brother (doing stupid things with corrosive materials, as previously mentioned.)
Maul will drop the carcass of your enemies on your doorstep to prove his commitment and declare his intentions towards you. The bigger and more deadly they are, the greater his sentiments.
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The Swamps
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Nightbrother headcanons and a bit of the tomato family
Summers on Dathomir were hot, the villages blazing in the summer sun. By mid-year they would empty as the Nightbrother retreated to the swamps and forests.
Even here there was sticky heat, it wafted in the air and settled for hours on end. Even as the day stretched on and late into the night it would not falter. Dozing away for some rest with the sounds of the swamp loud as can be. The swamp's chirps, croaks, and songs grew louder as the moon rose. The swamp babbled under the stilts and platforms of the makeshift sheds where the nightbrothers called their camp.
In the hours before the sun broke out a band of nightbrothers awoke from their light slumber. The olders did what they could to help raise the youngest from sleep while the others put supplies into the boats.
Tried as they might the accompanying little nightbrother head bobbed slightly as they pushed off from the dock.
“Wake up little one or you’ll miss the first catch.” One brother shook the youngest shoulder. The little one rubbed the last remnants of sleep from his eyes, “Hope its a big one” his tummy rumbled.
The brothers laughed, a nightbrothers stomach was never full. A biscuit was handed to the little one to help settle his growling belly.
As the boat moved through the swamp the traps were visited, each latched onto the trees whose roots were sunk into the deep waters. With a practiced hand of many a summer in the swa,ps the traps were flipped onto the boat. Like many a nightbrother before him, a little one would either laugh or squeal at the sight of the catch.
Dathomir’s crawfish also affectionately called mudbugs were a bright blue and speckled. Many a nightborther would also tell you they could pack quite a pinch. Oh to be a small nightbrother once more and recall thier first run-in with an angry mudbug.
The youngest of the fishing boat licked his lips at the sight of the mudbug dropping onto the boat. “Well go on now, sort them” an older chided him.
The little nightbrother set to it. Sorting apart the large mudbugs from the scaly and silvery stray minnows who found their way in the trap. Tossing to the side the dead ones and resisting the temptation to pick a lively one and give it a good crunch.
“No, you don’t little one” The large mudbug in his hand snatched away, “That’s for the boil you greedy thing. Come on now we have more traps to get and rebait”
Another nightbrother reached into one of the baskets and tied a piece of catfish. A looked over catch, much more for reckless sport than taste and plenty good to cut up for bait. The little nightbrother watched as the trap was set back in place and off they were once more to the next trap.
As the little nightbrother reached out for the next trap bobbing as they reached closer, a hand stopped him. A finger pointing outwards, among the water plants eyes unblinking among the stilled waters,
A shudder ran through him.
A growl, a roar, jawns gnashing down. The swamps of Dathomir had its dangers like the rest of the planet, no area was free of it.
The mudbugs were hauled over to the awaiting group of brothers, a trio of little ones immediately poking and prodding the creatures, yelping at getting pinched and shooed off by the elders for the ruckus. The mudbucks were brought to the large pot that had been set to boil as the brothers had left to go fishing. Already a wonderful smell wafted over the camp. The little nightbrother glanced at the fat pots about the area. Plenty of flavoring to give to the boil. He did make a face that the slimy vegetables were also being put in.
“Don't fuss, it's traditional.”
“There better be corn” the child muttered.
Corn, root vegetables, and the crawfish burst with flavor and spice. Bright blue shells were tossed away in piles as the brothers dug into the feast. Each went to sleep with a bellyful.
Summer in the swamps were a fond memory, “We will be back next summer” the little one is reminded as the camps were closed up as the first breezes of autumn came, soon they would leave for the mountains and the villages once more.
The little brother watched the swamp disappeared from view. He looked up the red sky, in the distance he could see a ship.
One. Two. Three.
A ship on Dathomir must be a miscalculated landing.
The adults and elders spoke to one another in hushed tones. The little brother just stared up curious as the ships got closer and closer.
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Savage had said summers were for retreating to the swamps.
From the looks of the sheds there had been no one here in some time. Boats covered in moss and pots covered in dust.
Maul readied himself for its ghosts. Laughter, chiding, hums of songs he did not know, the smell of a spicy stew, and the nights with never-ending song. It was not like the villages they had gone through.
Screams, shots and blaster fire. There was no darkness here…
“Careful,” Starlight had tugged Cress and Aster from the water. The twins had licked thier lips seeing the little mudbugs hide away into the shore.
Maul walked over and reached into the water, he didn't wince at the pinch and pulled up a mudbug. Aster’s little hand immediately tried to snatch it away.
“No you don’t” he chided her, “That’s for the boil you greedy little thing”
Savage’s little ones poked their heads out of the large boil pot, as thier buir looked in, “It's a tad too big for us, but it's still good.”
Aster had snatched up mudbug before her buir could stop her. “Looks like you know what to do.”
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The swamp welcomed them as the moon rose, the sounds lulling the little ones asleep. Bellies full from their feast. Their buirs listened to the nightbrothers as they sang.
Hums from years past slipped past Maul’s lips as Savage recalled the songs.
They would take the boats in the morning and set bait, but for now they would be with the summer night.
#star wars#star wars oc#baby tomato#darth maul#maul#dad!maul#dathomirian#nightbrother#nightbrother culture#nightbrother headcanons
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Young Nightbrothers are taught self-sufficiency from an early age. They're taught to hunt and preserve food, but they also learn the land they live on... right down to the plants that might harm or help them.
Bacta is an expensive product and hard to come by, living so far off the hyperlanes, but ask any Nightbrother at the age of five which leaves might draw poison from a wound when made into a poultice, or which roots to decoct to make the strongest potency of bloodroot tea to cure a fever, and he'll tell you where the strongest can be harvested.
The Nightbrothers of Dathomir look after their own, because no one else will do it for them.
#Dathomir#Nightbrothers#Dathomir Headcanons#Nightbrother Headcanons#Dathomir Lore#Star Wars#The Clone Wars#Headcanons#Star Wars Headcanons
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I’m really bored, and it’s been a while since I’VE posted something. So I’m going to post some Star Wars Headcanons!
Also! Sorry if any of the wording sounds weird. I’m not the best writer at the moment, and I’m still learning. So please don’t be to hard on me😅
•Zabraks•
They purr like cats when they’re happy, or excited about something.
They have a heat cycle. During heat cycles, the males get very aggressive, and will be very overprotective of their mate.
Their horns are very sensitive, but the base of their horns is the most sensitive. By sensitive I mean, it turns them on when you touch them. (I suggest you don’t touch their horns while they’re in heat….Let’s just say, It may not turn out good for you..I’m talking not being able to walk for a few weeks)
•Nightbrothers
Headcanons•
This may sound really weird to some, but the way the brothers sleep, is in a cuddle pile. They’ve always slept like that.
Savage Opress sounds like a tiger when he roars, Darth Maul sounds like a lion when he roars, and Feral Opress sounds like a Jaguar when he roars.
Maul’s purrs are very violent, and it sometimes sounds like he’s growling, But nope, it’s just a purr.
I’ll update this whenever I have more headcanons!
#star wars#headcanon#nightbrother headcanons#headcanons#star wars headcanons#zabraks#zabraks purr#star wars zabrak#zabrak#zabrak headcanons#zabraks headcanons#nightbrothers#nightbrother
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Whoever decided that Zabraks purr was so fucking correct. Thank you. The aliens DO in fact act like cats. 10 more fics with it on my desk by tomorrow
#i've been reading a lot of savage fix-it fics#he's my little guy. my scrumblo if you will#personal#star wars#zabrak#darth maul#savage opress#star wars the clone wars#tcw#sw tcw#dathomir#nightsisters#nightbrothers#maul#maul opress#swtcw#fandom: star wars#type: headcanon
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Random headcanon I think the Feral that Savage killed was a fake created with magic or something. It makes no sense to me for Mother Talzin end her own bloodline so easily just to help an estranged nightsister get revenge on Dooku. Even if they're not actually her sons, they are still Maul's blood, potentially powerful Force users. She was already sending one of them away on a purpose he would likely not return from, why kill the other and destroy a promising family.
#hm i should make an original post tag#star wars#headcanon#feral opress#like. don't tell me savage was expected to survive the fight with dooku. he was a pawn. a sacrifice.#also it would be funny if feral was just vibing back home while his brothers were out there killing and dying and suffering#but seriously i do think it doesn't make much sense for him to be killed as a test#the clone wars cartoon and star wars in general is pretty racist against nightbrothers (and dathomirians in general)‚#calling them monsters and savages and stuff. but they are wrong. they're not even aggressive they're just defending themselves#they have no air defense on dathomir they have to intercept strangers on ground. and sure that looks aggressive but it's just normal#i wouldn't want to let just anyone be roaming around my planet unchecked either. especially not when there's a whole war going on out there
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Maul Week 2023 begins!!!!! Prompt 1 is Nightbrother Culture, so I did some thinking about Dathomir as a planet, and how it generally sucks for a lot of things. But maybe it has some fun, naturally acidic bodies of liquid, like Yellowstone in the US? So my little contribution to Nightbrother Culture is tie-dye! Or... bleach tie-dye anyway. It's an easy way for the Brothers to decorate and personalize items of clothing with what they have available to them on-world.
Savage didn't get to bring any of his dyed clothing with him off of Dathomir, so he explained the whole process to Maul, and it can't be hard to get your hands on bleach as master of a crime syndicate, so here we are! Maul gets a nice new blanket. @darth-void (i feel like you're my go-to tag for maul lol)
#but seriously wear gloves with that shit#maulweek2023#darth maul#savage opress#angry zebra bros#i do the doodles#tcw fanart#star wars fanart#nightbrothers#zabrak#star wars headcanons
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Headcanon time
The Nightbrothers don’t have separate beds, they sleep piled over each other like a pack of wolves
#star wars#nightbrothers#headcanon#this will go in the fanfic that I'm currently writing#dathomir#darth maul#savage opress#feral opress
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Nothing fits him anymore after he's transformed: normal clothes, normal armour, a normal-sized bed, doorways -- the poor guy is carrying around all this extra powerful bulk but he keeps running runnels into the ceilings with his horns.
And I bet sometimes he just has a sit, and thinks about how nothing fits like it should, and he can't figure out why there's so much discomfort in it because he doesn't remember the time before the Nightsisters woke him up with ichor.
All he knows is that it must have been different even if he doesn't remember the particulars.
And all that is so short-lived because the brother he brought back from Lotho Minor is a handful and it takes all of Savage's energy to keep Maul from getting assassinated by those fucking Mandalorians and those annoying Jedi guys and that creep that used to be Maul's Master, and then in his last breath as the ichor seeps out of him, Savage feels all that extra tension leaving him and suddenly his body fits him again.
That's really cruel.
#Savage Opress#ichor isn't the answer to everything.#Nightbrothers#Nightbrother Headcanons#Savage Opress Meta#Star Wars Meta#Darth Maul#Savage Opress Headcanons
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Hai~ Dk if this is the right blog of yours to ask the question but:
Do you have any headcanon on why Maul and Savage’s horns look/filed differently? (Ignoring animation styles etc.) Savage’s horn looks much more smoother whereas Maul’s looks jagged, like either having been filed rather quickly or intentionally kept that way for… what o.O?
Hai! Yes it is. You'll want to put the thirsty stuff over on the other blog. Everything else is good right here. 😊
To your ask: Yesh, I dooo. So firstly, let's put it out there that we can assume that I'm treating some Legends material as canon (Wrath of Darth Maul, in particular) and I'm really just throwing things at the wall to see what sticks because that's always fun, ngl.
A couple of proposals:
Upon being "enhanced" by the Nightsisters and Dathomiri ichor, Savage augmentations mirror what the Nightsisters considered a "perfect specimen" in proportion, power, and subservience, thereby making Savage's presentation the equivalent of a Michelangelo's David, if Savage's appearance is to what the ideal proportions of the Renaissance man were. Prior to getting two horns lopped off by lightsaber, the size and smoothness of his crown were what they considered "perfect."
Maul's state of disarray and disinterest in the upkeep and maintenance of his horns is an exterior mirroring of his inner state: tumultuous, obsessed, and fuelled predominantly by revenge. Baby boy don't care about his "hair" he's got other things driving him. (Wanna talk about how he was feeling on Lotho Minor and how they represented that?)
Maul spends more time maintaining his legs than he spends on his horns, as their original purpose (headbutting/goring) is secondary to his mastery over the Force.
The datalogs provided by Dee9 in his childhood that pertained to the upkeep and maintenance of his horns as inherited by traditions from Iridionian and Dathomiri Zabrak were incomplete, or, more realistically, Sidious deemed any type of grooming beyond the bare essentials to be vanity and distraction and Maul was discouraged from spending an excessive amount of time on his appearance... with certain exceptions if it made him appear more fearsome (i.e. his teeth staining.) Worse, when Savage later offered to show him how horn care was done properly, Maul was in a phase of his life were he'd not yet embraced the merits of learning about the world where he'd come from and its people (too little, too late. Sorry, Rebels!Maul.)
Hope this helps. 😊
#dat ask#Darth Maul#Savage Opress#Zabrak#Dathomir#Iridonia#Nightbrothers#Maul#headcanons#Darth Maul Headcanons#Savage Opress Headcanons#Nightbrother Headcanons
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Halloween
Tomorrow, the Night Market will be doing something a little different. It's Halloween in the Northern Hemisphere on the planet where our errand girl resides. As such, Nxctuary will be opening the inbox until the sun sets, and anyone leaving a note in the Ask box with the words, "Trick or Treat," will receive a token of the Wishmonger's appreciation.
Please advise that all subjects pertaining to the Opress brothers, Nightbrother culture, Dathomir, Star Wars horror, terato/exo, and erotic horror are on the menu for the day, and what you receive is at the Wishmonger's discretion.
Blessings of the Twins upon you,
Wishmonger
#saw someone else making this offer on their blog and I think it's a lovely idea#The Night Market of Dathomir#the Wishmonger Says#Darth Maul#Savage Opress#Feral Opress#Feral (Star Wars)#Darth Maul x Reader#Savage Opress x Reader#Feral Opress x Reader#Darth Maul x You#Savage Opress x You#Feral Opress x You#Feral x You#Feral (Star Wars) x You#Dathomir#Star Wars Horror#Nightbrothers#Nightbrother Headcanons#Dathomir Headcanons#Darth Maul Headcanons#Savage Opress HEadcanons#Feral Opress Headcanons#Nightsister#Nightsister Headcanons
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wait come back I am ready to hear about zabrak organs and zabrak men giving birth
alright, but you asked for this!
as a blanket statement, it is my general sci-fi/star wars belief that alien species’ organs and genitals should change according to 1) the need of the species involved 2) the specifics of their environment, and 3) whatever i personally think is super fucking cool/funny/and/or sexy. the headcanons below are broken up into two categories: “environmental/survival centric”, “organs used for communication”, “sex and reproduction/this is hot, let’s do that!”
with that in mind, let’s chat zabrak!
ENVIRONMENTAL/SURVIVAL-BASED ORGAN HEADCANONS
the zabrak homeworld, iridonia, is described as an arid and tough landscape, presumably either a desert or with desert-like biomes, so i based my zabrak headcanons on desert species, namely reptiles-- like the horned toad lizard, one of my inspirations for zabrak headcanons!
(doesn’t it look kinda like a zabrak with those horns??)
like the horned toad lizard, i imagine all zabrak are born with naturally thicker and denser skin to insulate their bodies and reduce moisture loss. they are not apex predators, but essentially low to mid-level predators. (however, because of how hostile iridonia and dathomir are, they’re fearsome out in the wider galaxy, but no worse than a pussycat back home)
as low-level predators/prey animals, they have evolved several organs and adaptions to help them stay alive:
tapetum lucidum for nightvision, as they were/are either naturally nocturnal or crepuscular, to escape the heat
EYE SLITS. because i said so.
a translucent brille, or eye scale, that protects the eyes from wind damage
a small organ that stores an emergency portion of water, like a camel;
a second bladder bag because all that extra pee’s gotta go somewhere;
a keen olfactory system that helps them hunt and “taste” the air for water and prey;
and, because they evolved among predators MUCH larger than them with even keener senses of smell and eyesight, they have small glands in their waterlines that emits foul-tasting fluid or blood, to deter predators. just like horned toad lizards. because it makes me laugh.
this foul fluid does not seem to work on the massive carnivorous birds of iridonia and dathomir. thankfully, they’ve got horns to avoid getting snatched by the back of their neck like a naughty puppy and dropped in a nest
potentially, it’s possible for their horns to have blood vessels but no nerve endings, as a means of regulating heat, which is vital in a desert/arid climate
okay this one is mostly a joke but i love imagining zabrak with very rough palms and feet. in these places, their dense skin hardens into something closer to scaling, so they can get purchase on the many sheer cliff faces and rocky terrains of iridonia and, later, dathomir. basically they are capable of scaling walls hands-free like a goddam gecko. imagine waking up in the middle of the night terrified to TWO GLOWING EYES GLARING DOWN AT YOU FROM YOUR CEILING and then hearing a quiet “i threw up.” that is so fucking funny.
SOCIAL ORGANS/BODY PARTS
a larger voicebox (or perhaps a small, secondary voicebox lower in the throat) that allows them to purr. purring is largely involuntary, and indicates safety, pleasure, satisfaction, or extreme joy. they can purr and talk at the same time. no, maul does not know he can do this, because he has never been happy enough to purr in his entire life. this voicebox also enables a high-pitched chirping noise used by infants to indicate distress, because zabraks do not cry naturally unless they are incredibly ill or in dangerous levels of emotional distress. i’m talking “dying of heartbreak” levels, for a few tears.
FUN COOL SEX/ROMANCE/STUFF ORGANS
i haven’t fully decided on this section, admittedly, but generally thinking, i find giving near-humanoid species “standard” human genitalia incredibly boring and wack, so these ideas are like... vague, hand-wavey brainstorms, more than hard headcanons.
zabraks bite to show affection, and claim mates. they also scent-mark territory/favorite people using subcutaneous pheromone glands at the base of their horns, under their chins and along their necks, and the back of their wrists. however they’re also very uhhhhh private, so no zabrak is going to tell you this. they’re just going to rub their face all over your pillow and fresh laundry and hand it to you, and you’ll walk around wearing their scent, none the wiser, wondering why your other zabrak friends are giving you a wide berth all of a sudden
at one point i was very into zabraks having hollow canines that could spit fluid and/or be used in marking a mate by biting them and injecting pheromone into the bite, but i don’t know anymore. i like it conceptually though.
generally speaking, most zabrak can both fertilize and be fertilized by a partner. (secondary sex characteristics such as mammary glands, horn placement and presentation are used to determine gender)
on iridonia, who carries a child is governed more by personal preference and cultural influence. on dathomir, only nightbrothers give birth. nightsisters (who are not zabrak) center femininity, among other things, in their idealogy, but since birth-giving and child-rearing are not tied to a specific sex or gender presentation among dathomirian nightsisters nor zabraks, it is not considered feminine. nightbrothers are assigned all tasks considered below nightsisters’ attention, including hard labor and menial tasks, and it’s not hard to see why they’d include bearing and raising children as falling under both those umbrellas.
like in humans, the pregnant zabrak body readies itself for pregnancy by stimulating mammaries and other processes to care for children. child-rearing and child-care are considered masculine traits and behaviors among the nightbrothers. sea-horse clan for life.
because nightbrothers are largely left alone and only have each other, child-birth and child-rearing are a communal affair, because they don’t get to have mates of their own. they are claimed by nightsisters, impregnated, and left. nightbrothers are close, but there is always a degree of distance between those outside their immediate family, because they know at some point they will have to kill each other, or watch each other die. but with young children, nightbrothers often carry them around on slings, keeping them close at hand, always in arm’s reach, because dathomir is an incredibly hostile planet, and a youngling wandering off even a few feet is likely to be snatched by one of the many opportunistic hunter animals populating the planet.
#i think i got everything in here that i wanted but idr anymore#big fan of aliens actually being alien even if they look near-human lol#zabrak#dathomir zabrak#nightbrothers#nightsisters#star wars headcanons#long post#walkie talkie.#putting this in my#darth maul#tag#reference: star wars.#pregnancy mention#tw pregnancy#tw dubcon#because of the nightsister. thing.
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Scuff marks on Dathomir's gnarled trees indicate areas where young Nightbrothers rubbed their sprouting horns. Bark rubbed off the trunks have no particular patterns, but the placement and regular occurrence of those marks suggest discomfort from rapid horn growth at an early age.
The marks are often found three to five feet off the ground.
#Dathomir#Zabrak#Nightbrothers#Nightbrother Lore#Fanon#Nightbrother Headcanons#Zabrak Headcanons#Dathomir Headcanons
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Of bones and hunts (Maul and Savage fic)
WELLL LOOK WHO WROTE SOMETHING FOR ONCE....and for once more Maul and Savage focused....and also some nightbrother headcanons also some good old angst and fluff. And some ocs at the end because I cant resist.
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He did not know the customs, he could hardly recall the melody of the songs his brother tried to hum. Maul’s upbringing was filled with strategies, skills and memorization of the many star system, not the mention the cruelty and torture…but that was the past…though the past never seemed to completely disappear.
His fingers trace over the sharpened edges of the spear in hand. Crude weaponry his master might have said or not have even given Maul the advantage of a spear. No weapons besides Maul himself…
“Brother, are you listening?” A deep voice asked.
Like being pulled from a cold stream, Maul shook slightly.
“I will take that as a no”, a small sigh, “It is alright, “ there was an unspoken understanding between the brothers. The past would forever marr Maul’s mind as it would Savage’s.
“But do try, brother, this task requires our combined efforts.”
“I can easily take down a rancor on my own brother, I have done so before” Maul remarks, “and with less.”
Savages nods, he knows.
“But this time you do not need to do so, it is tradition for all nightbrothers to go on the hunt together. You are long overdue for one,” Savage does not remark how overdue. Trying his best not to recall a wiry and scrawny Feral ever so excited for his first hunt. 12 cycles old. It had been a proud moment for Savage helping his little brother…
“I am no nightbrother, that life…”
“Stolen from you and now you are free to choose, do you want to go on the hunt or not?” Savage breaks from his memory.
The crimson zabrak nods. He does while at the same moment knows this will end terribly.
—-
Maul as the younger is tasked to lure the beast. A grin on his face as he approaches the beast. Rancors do not get startled, they become angered so much like many of inhabitants of Dathomir.
It kicks at the ground, the red dirt blowing up. An angered roar from deep in its chest, Maul mocks it with another step too close angering the beast further.
Savage chides Maul mentally, he knows Maul would have done such a thing.
The older brother makes him approach with one of the weapons the two had constructed.
The beat roared again at the onslaught of the attack. Rearing its head and lunging at Maul who tumbled from its grip.
—-
Savage called to Maul to attack once more. Maul grinned, This was fun! This was exhilarating!
The beast bucked and howled.
Maul attacked.
Savage was able to tie the beast and removed a hand carved knife from his pocket, “ Its tradition, you get to finish the beast off brother.”
—
There is a form of understanding on the desolate and harsh dathomir, death comes it is a part of life. Maul’s grin fades looking down at the rancor.
He covers its eyes with his palm and sinks the blade into the beast. It gives one last bellow and silences for good.
–
“I have killed things before.”
“A hunt like this is different, no anger, no threat of absolute death…come along I will teach you how to butcher it and dont you dare toss away any bones.”
Maul furrows his brow.
“Bone broth, the little nightbrothers always gnawed the little bones while the elders stored the best ones for broth. The marrow is coveted for it.”
Savage showed Maul how to cut and properly prepare for transport all the while conjuring images in Maul’s mind on how commonplace this once was. This abandoned village once once full of nightbrothers. Maul could sense their lingering memory at every doorway and window.
“We would have truly been in the Fanged gods favor for brining in such a beast, this one would feed the village for more than a week. The little ones and elders might even get extra helpings.” Savage points at a small container near on the table where they worked. The wood worn by many years of use.
“In that pot we would have stored the fat, little nightbrothers would dig thier small hands in for a little more fat. I had to seal ours as Feral always…”
Maul could picture it, the house they were in was once Savage and Feral’s…there was a warmth here that never seemed to fade until now. A cold that overcame.
“He should have been there with us…on our hunt.”
Maul could offer no words of comfort, the promise of revenge on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that was not wanted. Savage wanted his brother back…his true brother not Maul. Maul who was stolen before he could toddle and only just returned. Maul was Savage’s brother by blood but the bond between them…
“You two would have been the death of me hunting together, always biting more than you should. Always taking risks and putting your selves in danger. I would have had to scold you both at every turn. I wish you could have known him…”
Maul adds in his mind, “I wish you could be him.”
—
Savage taught his brother how to best store and preserve the cuts. Maul somewhat eager about the mention of jerky especially as Savage continually peppered the slices with spices.
“Unfortunately this one will take some weeks,”
Maul could wait.
–
Not a bit was wasted and Savage eagerly picked some bones, “When we return I will show you how to make a broth with these.”
Maul devoured two bowlfuls.
—
It is some time later. Some years and a new galaxy…
Maul returns with a bag of bones and plans to return to where he had hunted.
The little nightbrothers and sisters eagerly greet him and inspect the bag. Each one taking a bone for themselves and gnawing happily.
Maul chides the small crimson boy not to take the bigger bones with marrow,
“I’ll show you how to make broth with these.” he promises the child. The boy known as Cress smiles eagerly.
The little group follows him back into the Fortress, Maul eagerly sharing about the hunt and the plans for meals over the coming weeks, but for this cold night?
“ A broth for us will be plentiful, you will all see how it's made so you too could learn. It's something that should be shared.” The bag of bones in one hand the other hand taking gentle hold of the little Nightbrother beside him.
“One day you will all go hunting as a group, you must help another and keep another safe...” he gives the small hand a squeeze, “ You will most definitely scold another for the risks but still take great care. You are all brothers after all.” Little Feral, Ares and Cress grin.
“And sisters!” Little Eris and Aster protest.
A nod and chuckle from Maul, “ And sisters...now come along and gather about.”
The last group of nightsisters and brothers huddle about and listen as Maul begins.
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