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sinvulkt-moeta · 2 days

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✨️I DREW TAAOEJ CHARACTERS ✨️

It’s not blobs this time. It’s their true humanoid form!

Such a miracle. 🎉

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I’m so happy with the result : D

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pat-the-togorian · 1 year

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Pat's Angstpril Day 19: Breaking Down

The affectionately-named Milk Battalion had just come off of their biggest bust yet. Thousands of enslaved souls were set free, many of them receiving immediate care from the Clone medics aboard the Gruyere even as the crew set out to celebrate. Pat’s ship, the Beholden, and his own actions on the ground, had brought about the traffickers’ capture. All night, he soaked up commendations from the officers and the Clones. Aheka and Sinvulkt looked so proud.

He flashed his trademark grin until his jaw hurt, sipped the drinks they bought for him, and altogether, did his best impression of himself all night. But unlike the big-wigs and the adoring public, he had been in the trenches, with Clones shot out from right beside him. He was in the blocks of cells and the webs of chains, slicing the bonds off the emaciated bodies of the underworld’s worst victims. He saw their wounds and scars up close. Too close.

Some days, it all got to be too much for Pat.

People enthusiastically pointed out, thanked, and praised Pat all night. He was honestly thrilled that he was recognized for doing something great. At the same time, though, he grew more and more anxious and queasy. Why could this be celebrated when it couldn’t take place without suffering? Surely they don’t know what I had to see… I just want to be with my pack right now…

Eventually, the four weary warriors stepped away from it all, the merry buzz of the party carrying them back to their quarters. Pat tried to just keep walking, make it to his room before dropping his facade, but it was no good. Rema, Sinvulkt and Aheka noticed immediately as they looked at him more closely.

“Pat, what’s wrong?” Rema asked, spotting the signs of distress rapidly. Aheka and Sinvulkt stopped cold, also looking at him with concern. He gave a heartbroken smile.

“You saw things down there, didn’t you,” Rema murmured.

Pat’s eyes welled up. I’m ruining this night for everyone, his mind wailed.

Sinvulkt acted first, rushing to wrap her wings around his shaking form and gently letting him down as he fell to his haunches, sobbing.

Aheka placed her hands on his shoulders, being careful never to touch his neck. “You can talk to us,” she assured. “About whatever you saw down there.”

“N-no… I’m okay,” he pleaded. “Please… keep having fun and don’t lose sleep over me…”

Each of them looked outraged at the suggestion that they should leave him alone with everything he’d seen. “We aren’t going anywhere,” they all asserted.

“I-I don’t deserve this! I deserve to be a slave myself! It should have been me… oh, now I sound so ungrateful…” he curled even tighter, writhing with humiliation and grief.

“Easy, Pat, let’s all breathe together, okay?” Aheka urged everyone to join in and they walked Pat’s breaths back to normal.

“I-I-I couldn’t save everyone… I can’t bear what I saw… I’m such a disgrace…” he hiccuped through the words. At least he was breathing. The three looked ready to go to war against Pat’s feelings.

“We’ve all seen the horrors of war, Pat,” Aheka reassured him. “And we’re all here for you.”

“I’m supposed to be happy…” he whispered, brokenly. Sinvulkt’s wings tightened protectively around him.

“Talk to us, my Padawan,” she whispered. “Don’t hesitate.”

“All of the captives were… in such bad shape,” he choked out. “We took out the guards but before we could stop all of them they started to shoot people… one after another…”

He couldn’t stop a sob from tearing out of his throat.

“A-a-and… I was trying to pull this girl… out from under a huge pile of chains… d-d-died in my arms…”

Aheka looked heartbroken, though unsurprised, that one of her children had to witness such atrocity. Sinvulkt looked like she’d never let Pat leave the safety of her wings. Rema clamped down on her own flashbacks to keep on rhythmically stroking the top of Pat’s head.

“It hurts,” he finally whispered.

No one disagreed.

Eventually, Aheka stood, gradually letting the others help Pat stand up. The three were bone-tired, but Pat’s eyes looked like they’d be open until the end of time. “You know where to take him,” she whispered to Sinvulkt and Rema, herself sneaking away to Pat’s room to grab his favorite blanket.

The next morning, any other Jedi walking through the common room would have stumbled upon quite the sight. Aheka’s outstretched arms and Sinvulkt’s wings curled around Rema and Pat, who’d both fallen asleep curled around the other. The former two had been awake for hours, but would do anything not to wake their sleeping charges.

Whenever it got to be too much, they deserved every moment of comfort they could provide.

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angstpril: 15. LOST IN MY MIND - slave past

@whumpril - 15. Isolation

I woke up to a dark room and the song of the Force. It soothed my aches, warmed my chills, healed my wounds. There was no danger here, it whispered to me. Pain and suffering raged nearby, but between these enclosed walls, there was only calm and peace.

Under it’s soft lullaby, I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.

So I did.

✯ ✯ ✯ ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ 𓆩⚔𓆪 ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ ✯ ✯ ✯

My body rested and rested, until survival instinct took over the grogginess, and I began to wonder about my surroundings. My questions were quickly answered: I was in a 4x4 square room, devoid of any window, trapped between heavy walls and a heavier door. From the humid atmosphere and the fresh air, I guessed I was underground.

When I reached out to the Force, it felt both too bright and dampened by the distance between me and the surface. A strange sore had overcome my sense during my time in the collar, like being put into a well-lit room after weeks of darkness. I played with its current, enjoying the sensation of free energy running through my fingers.

By the thunderous wind, I had missed its power!

With the Force at my side… it felt like nothing was impossible.

(And yet, I didn’t need to hear its whispers to know I was still trapped.)

The room was solid enough that no Force Blast would break through its walls. Furthermore, even in the unlikely case I successfully left it… I couldn’t beat all the guards outside.

My memory of the previous hour remained fuzzy, void of sense, except for the doctor's words that rang in my head. He had said I’d need a few days with the Force to regain my full strength… but I felt better already. Surely they didn’t intend to leave me here any longer than a few hours? My feathers flattened against my skin.

(I had heard of what isolation did to some slaves).

✯ ✯ ✯ ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ 𓆩⚔𓆪 ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ ✯ ✯ ✯

The hours passed, and no one came. Hunger clenched my stomach, but there was no food to calm it. My throat felt raw from the times I cried for the door to open, but there was no water to soothe it.

Even the Force had abandoned me. After so long without a proper connection to it, it felt foreign, slippery, dancing just at the edge of my fingertip but never in my palm. I yearned for the warmth of the Light, but it seemed hesitant, repulsed even to be brushed by my filthy hands.

Frustration became anger as I tried to Force it under my held, desperate for any form of stimuli in this dark, empty room, but it only drove it away from my grasp. The Dark was here as well, but I knew better than to touch it in such a dangerous place. Its impulses would make me defy my jailors, and this was the shortest road towards death.

I stayed there an eternity. My hooks broke from scratching the door. My knuckles bruised from knocking desperately on the too-narrow walls. My lungs hurt from howling, be it just to hear my own voice.

Nothing felt real.

For all I knew, nothing was real.

At some point, a glass of water was thrown into the room, and I was never so happy to lick the dirty ground. The soiled water felt heavenly on my too-dry tongue.

When the door opened, and the Governor second made a disgusted frown at the sight - or smell - beholding him, I was all too happy to put the Force-suppressant collar around my neck.

The sturdier chains were those you refused to fight against.

I only realised my mistake the next time I met with Scel, and he cried for the Force in longing.

I learnt, later, that being cut from the Force was what had caused my fever. Inevitably, a few weeks later, I felt ill again. And every time, the governor second made sure I regretted being connected back to the Force as I recovered, as he trapped me in the Room for days.

The first time, I screamed and cried. The second time, I layed down for hours, letting the Force wash through me. The third time, it showed me the outside world. My body may have been trapped in the dark room, without any stimuli to distract it, but my mind traveled kilometers. As long as the room was dark and empty, I became something else. For a few hours, I was a runyip, a womp rat, a bogwings... By a few months, I could maintain the strange form of meditation for the whole length of my isolation without taking a break. By one year, I knew most of the fauna and flora of the planet intimately.

Always, I made sure to scratch the walls, to appear delighted when cutting myself from the Force, to struggle until the last moment when exhaustion dragged me down to announce that the heavenly hours with the Force were near. My captors remained unaware all throughout, that what had been made for torture, was the time I was the freest of them all.

The only time when I wasn’t a slave.

(I never had a good poker face. But let it not be said, that I was a bad liar.)

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aheka-tyl · 1 year

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#taaoej #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #incorrect quotes

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formeralleycat · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Sin!

Thank you for everything, Master 😁

#taaoej #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #taaoej blobs #Sinvulkt #Pat #slash

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ct2002-rema · 1 year

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The plan Part 2

The Amazing Adventures Of Excentrics Jedi

#star wars comics #starwars #the clone wars #clone oc

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angstpril: Alt 10 - Mistake (slave past)

@whumpril - day 17. Self-Treatment

I was a slave. This was a truth no one, not even the other slaves that scorned every breath I took, could deny. It meant my every step was carefully watched over, limited, judged like a prised asset. It meant I was to obey the governor's second’s commands, and never, ever fail. It meant I was a well oiled, beautiful tool.

Slaves were like droids in a way. Were we to stray too far away from our programming, to break some costly part and stop functioning, we’d be sent away to the landfill the same way.

Getting upset, sick or broken in some way lowered your value, took you closer to the landfill, and simply wasn’t allowed if you wanted to survive. Which is why, when I first felt a wave of fever cloud my senses, I ignored it.

Despite the first-class care I was provided as the ‘governor’s Jedi pet’, I had caught a cold a few times already. Everytime, I managed to hide it, and kept my usefulness all throughout. When I was too sick to truly hide the rawness of my voice, the tightness of my throat, the hissing breath, the governor second shifted most of my duties to harder, but less political chores, where I wouldn’t hurt the governor’s reputation nor his friends' sensibilities. I never vocally told him I was sick, but I doubted the shifts were a coincidence.

This time, the fever came slowly. It slithered through my body like water, dampened my awareness one inch per day, never too slow, never too fast. No mucus filled my nose, but it felt like cotton had replaced my brain. My feathers were damp, covered in moisture from dawn to sunset. Each step felt more difficult, more heavy. The temperature in my room seemed to drop lower at night, chills running down my spine as I struggled to fall asleep, only to jump awake feeling on fire.

It took me several ‘accidents’ during my daily chores, broken tableware mixed with shattered dishes, guest tripped or glasses knocked out, to understand I was sick. It took me a single glance at the governor second to know my lack of foresight would have consequences. It took me failing to take off after the dozen lashes I had been saddled with as punishment to realise the sickness was serious.

A grounded bird is a dead bird, my mind whispered.

I weakly flapped my wings again, to no success. The simple action of holding them up was an impossible task, and I soon let them fold back limply on my shoulder blades. The change of balance was enough to make me waver.

I geared myself up for the long walk ahead. The walk from downtown to the palace was barely a few kilometers. Through flying, I could do it in minutes, but now, with my limbs weaker than a loth-kitten’s and my vision blinking in and out of existence, it felt like crossing the whole planet.

That night, I arrived late to the palace. The governor second didn’t punish me however— and simply locked myself in my room earlier for the night. I was still a potential asset, and we both knew I would only get better if I was allowed to rest.

The next day, I opened my eyes to a world of blur.

Today there was a big meeting, and I would have to serve. I clenched my fists, preening hooks biting at flesh. There was no cutting it.

I stumbled upward, nausea balling inside my stomach. Only the fact that I missed most meals the previous day stopped me from soiling the floor in vomit. Using the wall as support, I slithered towards the corridor. The door of my room was so hard to open I almost thought it had been left locked.

(But it hadn’t been)

I blinked, and I was in the meeting room, a plate in my hands. I had a vague recollection of struggling through the halls, of getting my assignment and being ordered to serve guests their wine, but nothing more. My memory was as fuzzy as my thoughts. Everything felt suddenly confusing and disorienting, tinted with an unreal edge.

"Sinvulkt,” I almost dropped the plate at the voice of the governor’s second. “Come serve sir Beral, would you?"

I nodded. The movement was enough to send my world into a whirl, and I flared my wings to retain balance, almost knocking a vase off its shelf.

One more step.

Someone was speaking angrily at me. My feathers flattened. What were they saying? I tensed, forcing my leg forward, a false smile on my face. If I obeyed, everything would be alright.

One more step.

The speaking turned into shouting, but I felt far away from it. Had I done something wrong? The vase was still at its place. The wine glass was only a few centimeters away now. I was almost close enough to pour the ambery liquid inside.

One more step.

I wavered, but held on. My heart clenched under the fear of what would happen if I stopped being useful. I needed to reach the glass.

One more step.

Uncontrollable shudders racked my body. Had the glass always been so far away? My breath came in short, and my head spinned. An icy void filled my stomach, sending my heart racing, and yet, I was burning. Dark spots kept appearing in front of my eyes, hindering my vision.

Just… one more…

I collapsed.

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sinvulkt-moeta · 1 year

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To Protect Pat

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angstpril: 5. CRISIS (Tooka)

@whumpril - Alt 10 - Search and Rescue

There was a tooka in the Gruyère. A brown, scarred-filled tooka with bright blue eyes. Its presence rang familiar in the Force, but it was so muted I couldn��t trace it. I tilted my eyes, squatting down to be at the feline eye-level.

“Hello there.”

It stepped toward me. I froze, confused. It was unusual for wild animal to be so unafraid in my presence. I was loud, forceful and bright in the Force. To most non-sentient life, I stank of threat, and they were all too empressed to scatter away. To most, but not to that one.

I observed the feline. It was well groomed and fed despite the apparent scars. I would have thought it to be one of the clones pet, where it its the total absence of marking. No collar sat on the tooka neck, and the fur was unmatted in a way that told there had never been one. No object or tattoo marking the animal as part of the vod colored the brown fur either. It was likely wild.

It stopped at my feet, mewing.

"Now, who might you be?"

I held a hand towards the strangely friendly tooka, trying to pet it. The next moment, a sharp pain pierced my hand. I retracted it, wincing at the scratch the skin now sported. “Ouch,” I glared at it. It didn’t even seem sorry for hurting me. It just circled me, relentlessly meowing and growling, its fur bristled all over. It was so calm a minute ago, what made it so angry now?

“Well. I guess it means we won’t be friends,” I sighed.

Not that I wasn’t used to animals attacking me after I cornered them. But it seemed like even the most friendly of tookas disliked my presence. I turned to leave, knowing crowding it more wouldn’t help. Hopefully, a clone would soon pass by this wall and notice it. They’d be more suitable to take care of the feline.

A few steps later, the feeling of someone following me bristled my feathers, and I glanced behind, curious. The tooka stared back, its gaze much calmer than before.

I stopped. It stopped.

I scowled at the blue eyed creature.

“You should decide. Are you friendly, or not?”

It meowed, as if answering my question, but didn’t otherwise move.

“I don’t speak cat,” I sighed. When I spun towards the next hall, it tensed, ready to follow again. Well if the tooka wanted to come… who was I to deny it? I took a few more steps, waiting for it to follow again, before doing a backward salto.

I landed with my hands on it, catching it by surprise. It tried to claw and bite at first, but soon calmed down when I kept my hold tight, stopping its escape. I stood back up, and it hauntingly settled in my arms.

“Now, there.” I looked at the ungrateful feline responsible for the aching pulse now irritating my arms. “Just bite if it gets uncomfortable, I guess.”

I spread my wings and took off with a jump.

The halls in this part of the ship were extremely wide- wide enough I could fly in them. It was far from standard: I had visited other battalion ships, and their halls were mostly narrow, prioritising the save of space. Every time I accused Aheka of having specially ordered this wide architecture so I could fly in-ship however, she denied it.

The truth was, I would have never been able to bear the long hours spent in hyperspace had I not have this space to stretch my wings. I looked at the tooka. Once again, I was overwhelmed by how familiar its presence was. Had we met before? But I would have remembered such a friendly feline.

Perhaps I had dream-traveled in its mind in the past.

Or perhaps its color reminded me so much of Rema I simply associated it too much with my Flock-sister.

“You look just like someone I know,” I told the tooka, petting the soft fur. It mewed in protest, sharp fangs flashing in the artificial light. “Just as grumpy too,” I chuckled.

I soon arrived in front of Rema’s room. She had closed herself in it a few hours ago, after declaring she wanted to work on the last Sith Artifact we found, away from dangerous grabby hands. Honestly, I had accidentally triggered the artifact one time. In the last month. But still!

The door was left jarred open. I frowned. Had she left?

“Rema?” I called. The tooka in my arm mewed, but otherwise no one answered. I cautiously entered. Was she taking a nap?

“Rema?” I called again louder, this time. "I want to show you something!"

Not a peep echoed. Not even the feline in my arms answered this time, opting to stare at me as if I was the dumb one. I glared back at it. I wasn’t the one who got lost in a ship traveling in hyperspace.

I stepped in. A soft light filled the room, the artificial sunlight having been left on. The desk was in disarray, papers scattered all over. A shudder shook my spine. It was as if Rema had vanished.

The tooka took advantage of my relaxed hold and graciously jumped onto the desk.

“Oh no you don’t,” I warned.

I scrambled after it, wincing when one of my wings knocked a finely structured stone out of its shelf. “Rema is going to kill me…” I mumbled.

I caught the tooka just as it reached a pen left behind on some important report. A few more papers flew away from the desk as the tooka struggled. Hopefully they weren’t the very very important ones, I thought as one was almost ripped in two by the sharp claws. Worse case, I reasoned, I could always claim without lying I wasn’t the culprit. The tooka did it, I told my scowling inner-Rema.

A few more struggles later, I finally succeeded in lifting the reluctant feline from the desk. I sported surprisingly few injuries, for the true damage I knew the sharp fangs and claws could do. It hissed at me as I left the room.

I ignored it, keeping a tight hold on it so it wouldn’t escape. The cat didn’t know what it risked. I was saving both of our lives.from a very angry clone.

“We disturbed Rema’s room enough for today,” I told it. “Let’s go.”

I hadn’t expected it to understand me, and was just hoping my voice would sooth it, but it calmed down and settled back against my chest. A fond smile curled my lips upward. Pat would have to be cautious if he didn't want his ‘cutest member of the Milk Battalion’ title to get stolen.

I was wandering in the halls, wondering what to do with the grumpy feline in my arms, when a bunch of fiery fur caught my eyes. Speak of the devil… I sped up.

"Pat! Look what I found!"

I held out my arms, wings excitedly spread, only to notice my hands were empty. When did the tooka slither off?

“You found… air?” Pat said confused.

“No, a tooka,” I answered, looking around for a spot of chestnut fur. “A brown, blue eyed tooka.” Sadly, the only feline in sight was my Padawan. I turned back towards him. “You wouldn’t have seen it per chance?”

"No…” Pat's eyes suddenly went wide. “Master… is there a wild tooka loose in the ship right now?"

“Maybe?”

“Master—”

“It’s fine~" I sing-songed. Allegedly, Pat’s fear was valid: last time I brought an animal onboard, the damage had been such we ended up stuck on planet for two weeks. How could I have known the big pterodactyl would take offense from the lights in the engine room? I wasn’t a brezak tamer.

"I’m calling Blue Milk," Pat deadpanned.

It would be fine… probably. There was already a tooka loose on the ship before I found it anyway. Plus, I still needed to check about Rema’s disappearance. Which meant I was very occupied, and couldn’t hear anyone’s lecturing. Beside for once, I hadn’t been the one to bring the tooka in the ship.

And perhaps tell someone Rema was gone. One day.

I left Pat chatting with Blue Milk, confirming my very busy schedule.

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pat-the-togorian · 1 year

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Pat's Angstpril Day 1: Liar

Lying never came easily to me, or at least, so I thought.

I was supposed to be the beacon of light, who could always rally the team’s spirits and be happy for them. If, one day, I couldn’t be… I didn’t want to think about that.

My alarm forced me out of bed at the same unholy hour as usual. I staggered, my coordination being the last part of me to wake up, thanking the Force no one could see me.

Sinvulkt, Rema and Aheka’s Force signatures seemed to wish me a good morning one by one. I smiled at this, and I pushed my own Force signature to look happier than it really was. I faced down the door leading out of my quarters.

How could I tell these people, who I’m so happy to be with and happy to fight with, that I’m so sad and afraid inside?

I forced myself through breakfast and sparring. Each zap from the training remote stung more than I hoped it would, and each unarmed strike bruised much easier than I wanted it to. By lunchtime, I’d also acquired a splitting headache, like a fine icy wire atop my brain. I knew I should have eaten more… but if I did that, I’d just want to sleep even more than I already do…

“Pat? Are you sure you’re fit to continue?” Aheka called to me from the front of the room. Sinvulkt, Rema and all the others in Aheka’s class turned to look at me. For a few seconds, I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But I steeled myself, flashed my old reliable grin, and called back, “I’m fine!”

The class went on with little incident.

Good, I don’t want them to notice.

But I was lying about that, too.

A/N: Welcome back to the world of the Excentrics!! You can still visit @formeralleycat for Pat's blog, and the blogs of the others are linked in the pinned post!

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angstpril: 7. LOSS OF CONTROL

@whumpril - Day 7 - unsteady

Suns rise slowly at the end of the universe, I had learnt. Or, more exactly, suns rise slowly on the isolated planet that was Eros. It rose nevertheless, and as the twin stars sent warm shines on my face, I dared one eye.

Blue grass spread beyond the horizon. Birds chattered and preys of all kinds perked up to hum the morning air. It felt peaceful. A safe heaven in the never-ending violent cycle of war.

The nest I had curled into yesterday was soft and warm, littered with a mix of moss and blankets that Rema would complain about the state of later. It was close to the sky, settled between two branches of one of the giant trees that populated the planet. In it, I could pretend the outside didn’t exist- that I was just a bird, mindless and unaware, and not a Jedi General with an entire battalion under their charge.

The sound of chatters pulled at the walls of my bubble, nagging me to climb down. I flew the few meters separating me from our camp, and was met by the scene of Rema and Pat huddling around the campfire, a warm cup of tea in each hand. Both sported impressive circles under their eyes.

"Did you even sleep?" I asked.

"Sleep is for the weak!" Pat said.

I sighed, knowing today wouldn’t be the day my padawan acquired a healthy sleeping schedule. Hopefully he would find a place to nap half of the day off, and at least end in better shape than Rema.

I turned towards her.

"What about you?"

She mumbled something into her cup, sounding like some curse about early birds, before resuming her sipping.

"So... any news from the bounty hunters we were supposed to meet?" I asked, not really expecting an answer, but needing one all the same.

Pat shook his head, then winced as movement increased his headache.

I began to pace, nervous energy filling my system now that I was awake. "We should have gone to the ruins ourselves instead of hiring them," I growled. "Gifts from bounty hunters never end up in good shape."

My wings fluttered and my tail lashed with the need to do something- anything that wouldn’t be sitting here, waiting. I’d have gone to explore- the planet seemed interesting enough- but with Rema and Pat in this state, I’d have to stay to stand guard until Aheka woke up, in case the bounty hunters arrived with our prize.

I took a sharper turn, frustration bubbling. My tail fin flared for balance, and caught up the kettle edge, spreading tea all over the ground. The rations placed with care in each bowl were now covered in murky liquid, their crusty edge replaced by a sluggish texture.

Rema took one glance at the disaster, then stood up.

"What?" I snapped, guilt gnawing at my chest even as I fought it.

"Breakfast is best served with vengeance."

On these words, she left, disappearing into her tent.

"What did I do?" I snapped, resuming my pacing, more furiously this time.

"Mighty dragons are sometimes little grumpy kitties," Aheka’s voice said from behind. She had just exited her tent.

The circle under my Master’s eyes were less deep, and I could only hope she had gotten more sleep than the others, but then perhaps she was just better at faking it.

I knew Aheka had the habit of meditating the night away, at least, which gave her more awareness in the morning.

"You don’t make sense, Master," I grumbled.

"The wisest beings rarely do."

She smiled, and I couldn’t resist smiling back, leaning into her warm presence. With her help, the still dry rations were fastly folded back into their protection, while the sluggish ones disappeared in our stomach. Before long, a new kettle pot was on the fire, ready to infuse more tea.

Just as soon I knew, breakfast would be finished. Aheka would settle to wait for the bounty hunters, perhaps seek Rema out to teach her padawan a few tricks, and I’d take off, scouting the vast plains ahead.

Free to explore.

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angstpril: 20. "I CAN'T GO BACK" - nightingale sin

@whumpril - 20. Disoriented | "Where am I?"

I woke up, disoriented, to alarm bells ringing loudly in my mind, and a deep ache pulsing in my bones.

Where am I?

A huge tuk'ata jumped on me. I dodged, heart beating so fast it almost escaped my ribcage. The world was weird, its colors off. The ground felt too hard under my feet, the wind too powerful against my feathers. Ruins I remembered to stand below my waist now seemed ten times my height.

I perched on a ladder stone, trying to get my bearings back together. Beneath me, the hound was still growling, circling the ruins I had made my shelter for any weakness that would allow it to catch me. It wouldn’t find any.

I shifted, uncomfortable. My arms felt stuck into a weird position, trapped beneath my wings, and a growing headache made the simple act of aligning two thoughts an uphill battle. I nestled into the small gap between two stones and settled for a nap. The cool rocks did wonders for my frazzled nerves. The hound would tire with enough time, and until then, there was no use trying to think.

When my bones stopped burning as if their very atoms had been unmade then rebuilt, when my head stopped spinning as if the constant information influx was too much for my brain, when the giant tuk'ata stopped barking like it had found a viable prey… I’d find what ailed me and fix whatever it did.

Until then… I couldn’t go back to the ship.

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Water Cliff

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To Fall, or to Fly?

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The Lift Move — Night

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Angstpril: 14. CRUELTY - evil au

@whumpril - 14. False Smile

I scowled in disgust as the backwater planet’s mud dirtied my primaries. There was no way I’d escape preening once going home. The village chief, some kind of one-legged humanoid owl that heavily leaned on a weirdly decorated stick, cried out as they trailed behind me.

“You- you can’t-”

“Can’t I?” I smirked.

Wave of pain echoed from the old owl’s presence. Their leg ached and their stump pulled as they struggled to meet my pace. It was delectable. I accelerated just for the fun of it, the Dark pumping my body full of adrenaline.

By a surprising feat of strength, the one legged owl managed to jump in front of me, blocking my path.

“Please- It’s the last remnant of our culture—” the village chief begged.

“And I need it,” I answered, sweeping them aside.

I stepped into the room, letting out a whistle at the sight. The room was wide, and simple, but magnificent. Silver and gold runes covered the walls, the pillar and the ceiling in a hypnotizing runic dance. Wood beams were covered with slithering creatures, and the faint candle light refleccted on some kind of long golden nets, giving a refined atmosphere to the dimly lit room.

A deceptively-simple necklace sat prominently In the center of the room, on which hung a black stone. It sent subtle pulses into the Force, its ripples crashing against my shield like tides. A wave of greed surged within me. This was it. This was the artifact I had risked facing Aheka’s wrath for.

I had read legends about it in the great Sith library: an artifact from a Force Sensitive people that were neither Jedi or Sith, but great warriors nevertheless. They had engaged in several wars and won, before disappearing back into their corner of the galaxy. The artifact was rumored to allow its user to hide from any living being. With it in hand, my escapades from the palace would become much easier.

(It was ironic, how close to collars necklaces were.)

I carefully removed the case, covering the necklace with my presence. Soon, it would be mine. I took it in hand, and reveled in the stone’s smooth feeling against my palm. I held it up, and admired the way the jewel unnaturally shined in the candlelight. I loved it already.

“Please-”

The peaceful moment broke. My tail lashed in annoyance.

“Would you stop your whining?” I snapped. “You’ll survive just fine without it.”

The village chief opened their mouth, but I didn’t intend to listen to any more of their pitiful begging. I turned around, going back the way I came. I had what I came for. Aheka would throw a fit if I was gone for too long.

A hand desperately grasped my clothes.

“Please- we’ll die without it-” I tried to shrug them away, but the old owl was surprisingly strong. “It’s all that protects our village from the predators outside-”

I flared my wings, and the sudden movement was enough to chase the distasteful leech away. I folded them back and stared at the desperate village chief.

“If your village is up to the legends, it will survive without the necklace.”

“But the legends are-”

“If it’s not,” I cut in, “then it is only natural law that it ends in ashes.”

For in this world, only the strong survived. Such was the will of the Force.

I resumed my way towards the exit, but the hand came back, stronger this time. My skin burned where the village chief touched me, my body unused to the feeling.

“I can’t let you take it away,” the old owl said. They were trembling, and fear made their tone waver, but their voice was underlined by an admirable determination.

Glee filled my chest. My lips turned upward into a false smile, one a predator would throw at its unaware prey.

“Now, that’s more like it,” I said, tail waving with the thrill of a soon-to-come chase. Fighters were always much more fun to crush.

The village chief sent me a confused look as I dragged them towards the exit. Their lone leg clawed at the floor in an attempt to slow me down, but they were old, and I was much stronger. At some point, they did try to attack me with their ridiculous stick- but I made short work of it. A quiet mourning fed the Force as it gave under my hands. The Dark twirled in a dance of joy.

Breaking wood had rarely felt so satisfying.

We stepped out of the building, and I stopped, releasing the owlish being. I turned towards them, dangling the necklace in the air.

“You need this to hide the village, right?”

They nodded, wide eyes fixed on the artifact, fear pouring out of their body. I scoffed. The old owl had no need to be so terrified for it- I’d never break such a useful tool. Their impertinent life, however…

I reached out to the planet, connecting with the various predators living there. Using the Force to modulate my voice, I roared: “Here is food!”

Immediately, hundreds of hungry minds turned towards me. Towards me… and towards the village the cry had echoed from. The villagers stared at me, confused. I drank on their nervousness, delighted. They knew I had done something, knew their impending doom was near- but they didn’t know how, and it scared them.

They’d learn it soon enough.

I raised my hand for my second action, connecting once more with the Force.

“What are you doing?” the village chief wobbled.

“Testing the legend,” I answered.

Then, with a clench of my fist, every building in the vicinity crumbled. A ping tightened my chest as the magnificent room that had sheltered the necklace disappeared into ashes. It was kind of a waste, but soon no one would be left to appreciate its lost splendor anyway.

Cries and wails filled the air as people found themself trapped, lost, or crushed by the mayhem. The old owl fell on their knees, silent tears running down their fluffy cheeks. I stepped back in disgust.

Weak.

Perhaps the legends were wrong and they wouldn’t survive after all.

“Why…” they sobbed. “What did we do to deserve this-”

Their whispers asked for no answer, but I did nevertheless.

“Nothing.” The old owl turned towards me, incredulity filling their eyes. I smiled at them; at least they would die wiser. “Life has never been about what we deserved,” I told them. “It’s always been about what we take, and the consequences we suffer for it.”

I spread my wings, stretching my body out to better feel the Dark caress against my skin. It sang a soft lullaby in my ears, mixing the cacophony of cries into a beautiful melody.

By the time I took off, the precious artifact looped around my hand (not my neck, never my neck-), there was nothing left of the once-cozy village. Beasts rampaged freely amidst the broken ruins, sharing the Dark Side’s delight in this early meal. A purr bloomed in my chest.

Life was nothing but a long, unpredictable chain of cruel consequences.

And this was the consequence of weakness.

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