by Jun-Tsu Farro on Fri Jul 05, 2019 7:23 pm
Though she had barely spoken since the death of the Emperor, she was stricken to speechlessness. She slumped forward slightly, a hand rested on that cold blackness beneath her. Her eyes closed almost reflexively and she felt the all too familiar jumble of emotions as they all sought to overtake her. She felt it snaking through her body, as small arcs of obsidian lightning jumped over her body, between her fingers, and through her body across the floor of the wide, dark chamber.
The witch shook her head and commanded the power within her, drawing it back to her, holding it deep within her. This was not the time. The fulmiation ebbed, and Jun-Tsu was left alone in silence as the projector switched off. Had this been her plan? Had the knife merely been an instrument to transmit her great-grandmother's power? Or was that merely wishful thinking, to imagine the wise, powerful, cruel, and terrifying woman had killed the Emperor with the last of her power rather than simply slipping away in the night into the Umbră-Ușoară.
There was so much that woman knew of the Dark Side, mysteries and aptitudes that were beyond the ken of any other of her family. Mysteries Jun-Tsu had never been able to learn, perhaps would never be able to learn.
But that would not stop her trying.
She rose to sitting and waved a hand over the projector, setting in the communication code for Lord Orethion's estate. It was time to find out what become of the family she had here. Silently she waited for a reply.
Force Sensitive | Human | Dark Side | Witch-Queen of Korriz | Empress Dowager | Reverand Mother
"Come mein children. Let me teach you zhe vayz of zhe Dark Zide."