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Discussion in 'Crystal Vales' started by Sauron, Sep 10, 2019.

  1. Sauron

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    October 13th
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    The noise from the inn's common room was beginning to pick up for the night. The twining sounds of lute and pipe, the tipsy laughter and arguments floating up the staircase already, and the calls from all sides for another round of drinks. It followed him as he darted up the stairway to the second floor --as well as felt the stare of the Innkeeper's wife attempting to sear holes into the back of his neck. Halfway up, he paused, casting a glance back over his shoulder to the woman, fixing her with a knowing grin. she met his gaze with a flat look of her own, only snorting in her displeasure before turning away and strutting back off to her work.

    She had a protective streak, that woman. It was almost amusing, really. That she thought herself enough to intimidate him, a small woman with a broom and far too much interest in others affairs. If only she knew who it truely was she was shooting death-glares at. As he watched her walk off, a smirk settled itself across the young man's features, and he tossed his head, darting up those last few steps and to the second floor.

    He was not sure there was a day yet when he hadn't stopped by for her. The hunter simply couldn't help himself. Smitten, or so the story went, though if he would ever admit such to the girl aloud -- if Jaesa herself had possessed the awareness to take notice -- was another matter entirely.

    His eyes were bright, face flushed from the bite of the air outside. As he made his way down the corridor to the room she was staying in, he absently fixed his cloak and the way it had settled itself about his shoulders. He'd had to run, late as he already was. Darkness fell over the world all the sooner as winter stalked nearer and nearer, and his work for Daenerys had held Sauron back longer than he had intended tonight.

    He rapped sharply upon the door to her room. "Jaesa!" He called, "Are you in?"


     
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    For over two weeks now, Jaesa had been staying in this inn, in one of the most comfortable rooms, all courtesy of the hunter who had been the one to find her newly arrived in this world. For over two weeks, Tamar had been around practically every single day, making sure that she had whatever she needed, supporting her in her transition into Pandora and generally just being company that the young padawan could not help but find comforting in a way that she was not at all used to.

    Not everyone liked how much time he spent with her. The innkeeper, a pleasant woman with a motherly manner who had taken something of a liking to the young woman who had been such a long-term patron, plainly disapproved of the man, giving him suspicious glares every time she looked at him, though Jaesa couldn't understand why. Tamar had been nothing but a steady stream of support for her. What there was to be suspicious about, she didn't know, and the only time she'd asked, the woman had patted her cheek fondly and given her the kind of look that suggested the fact that she'd had to ask was the answer itself. Though Jaesa had not said anything in response, she hadn't particularly liked that.

    Of course, as much as Jaesa had come to enjoy every opportunity the hunter took to come and visit her, she had been eager to find some way to pay him back for the room and the meals. She'd managed to earn some small amounts of money, passing everything she made along to him in payment, but considering how much he'd spent giving her a place to sleep and eat for over two weeks, she hadn't managed to pay much back at all.

    When she wasn't trying to earn some money, or spending time with Tamar - or seeing Rey when the other Force user had some free time - Jaesa was either in the common room or her own room with various books, or pieces of art that she worked on in her downtime. The rest of the time, she spent meditating and training. She'd already finished that evening's meditation, right before she had expected Tamar to drop around, but as the minutes passed, he had not turned up.

    Wondering if he'd found something better to do with his time than indulge the loneliness of a young woman still so unused to being on her own, Jaesa had sat in the middle of her bed, cross-legged, and started work on a sketch that she'd been doing earlier, of the snow-capped mountains of Alderaan as they'd been visible from Castle Organa. When the rap at the door sounded, she looked up, and despite herself, there was a soft smile on her face as she unfolded her legs and hopped off the bed, setting her pad carefully aside and heading over to the door, adjusting her tunic.

    "Tamar," she greeted, as she pulled the door open. "I was just wondering where you were. I thought perhaps you were busy."
     
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    "Busy?" He repeated, a brow quirking as his gaze swept over her. As he met her smile -- far warmer and more welcoming a sight now than it had been that first day they had met -- A soft snort escaped him, and he just shook his head. "No, no...not at all." a soft smile touched his own lips as he looked a her, a moment passing, before his eyes quickly darted away, and he moved further into the room.

    He quickly cleared his throat, glancing about the room briefly, "You are well?" He asked, as though he had not asked every night previously, had not been there every night previously, little better than her own personal hound. "You do not need anything or..." he cut himself off, only shaking his head, seeming to realize in that moment how he must have sounded. Settled himself against the wall, just beside her window, he flashed her a wry sort of look and only shook his head.

    It was all in service of keeping her here, of course. And if he appeared a love-sick pup in the course of things so be it. He needed her here. Near him, with him, where he could better keep an eye on her. Where he could better open her eyes to the fact that not only was his side he only place in this world that was so perfectly suited for her, but it was the only place she wanted to be.

    For a passing moment he glanced back outside, seeming to hesitate, to think. The sky was nearly glowing blue, and all beneath it, a city slowly being devoured by darkling shadows. "Come out with me." He said, suddenly turning back to her."Not...not into the city as I usually bring you.Outside the gates. I want to show you something."


     
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    The looks that he gave her had become par for the course, something that she associated only with him because no one else had ever looked at her in that puzzling way she really wasn't sure she understood. It was those looks that the innkeeper, Agnes, seemed to disapprove of the most, her glares intensifying every time she saw him gaze at her in that lingering way.

    Jaesa really didn't know why. It seemed like quite a nice way to look at someone, to her. There certainly wasn't anything unpleasant about it.

    "I am well, as I have said every evening," she pointed out, yet again, returning to the bed to pick up her sketchpad and return it to its place on the writing desk against the far wall, next to two almost painfully neatly stacked piles of books. Her lightsaber hilt lay next to the books, and she took that up, clipping it to her usual place on her belt. She refused to go anywhere without it, regardless of whether she was with Tamar or not. It was one of the first things taught in the Order, that your lightsaber was part of you and should never be lost.

    Settling the hem of her top after clipping her hilt to her belt, she looked up as he suddenly spoke again, looking back at her after gazing out of the window. She was a little surprised that he was asking her to go out with him outside the city; the furthest she had gone since arriving in this place had been the nearby beaches for meditation. She hadn't ventured outside the city further inland, hanging onto the hope that either or both of her Masters were in this world and that they would come to Cascade Bay to find her.

    It had been two weeks though, without a sign of them. The only thing she had to remind her of Master Yonlach was the yawning hope in her soul where he ought to have been, the grief of which still tugged at her heartstrings every day until she could meditate it away.

    "What?" she asked, and it was a mark of how comfortable she'd become with Tamar over the past fortnight that she sounded more curious than cautious as she brought her jacket over to her from its place over the back of a chair with a wave of her hand and pulled it on.
     
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    The looks he gave her were not entirely false things. They were...softened, of course. Tamed and brought to heel, and transformed into the facsimile of an emotion that for aeons he had denied he was even capable of. And yet...

    He could not have truely said what it was that existed between them. Something hungry and desperate, obsessive and wanting, A draw that kept them circling around one another and coming back -- even as the girl might have denied it, he knew she'd still felt it as well. And he found himself...indulgent of her. Favoring her. It was not something so weak-hearted as love. And yet, there were moments such as these. Moments were tempering the heat in his gaze became more of a challenge, and he found that he actually did struggle in tearing his eyes from her.

    Moments where it occurred to him how innocent she truely was, and how much of a contrast it stood in to what he'd made her. What he planned on making her again...

    She clipped her lightsaber to her belt, drawing her jacket to herself, with only so much as a wave of her hand. As he'd seen her do so often with his prisoners, with those who stood out as treacherous amongst his servants. A simple wave of her hand...

    A smirk crossed his featured as he pushed himself away from the wall, a spark --of mischief some might say -- lighting his eyes. "You cannot expect me to just tell, you." He said.

    As he stated to move past her, his eyes fell once more to the jacket she was wrapping around herself. A soft humm pressed past his lips and he shook his head "You do that without even a thought." he teased, before moving off to the door, waiting for her to catch up.


     
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    It was a moment before she actually realised she had pulled her jacket on to leave without a thought or hesitation, as though there was no questionof whether she would go wherever he wanted to take her. That paired with the teasing tone to his voice brought a little extra colour to her cheeks.

    She couldn't really tell him that she so valued his company, and that he was one of very few - two, perhaps - she felt were trustworthy. Or that she felt more keenly how alone she was when he wasn't there.

    Perhaps it was because she knew she ought not to have felt those things. She should not allow herself to grow attached.

    "I don't think Agnes will much like me going outside the city after dark," she mentioned as she followed him outside and then locked her door, though no amount of disapproval would make her stay behind. She was, after all, an adult, and while she may have been a student, she was still Jedi, able to look after herself if something went wrong in the darkness. In fact, fighting things off was the only aspect of living alone that she was confident with. "I wouldn't be surprised to see her block the exit and insist that I need plenty of sleep."
     
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    "Were it the middle of the afternoon, in broad daylight, I still doubt she'd very much approve." The Fallen Maia drawled, as he made his way down the hallway. A sharp snort escaped him and he shook his head, glancing back towards her. "It is hardly as though you cannot protect yourself, even were I to turn out to be some villain that meant you harm."

    And could it be harm that he intended for her? He hardly believed so -- nothing lasting at the least. But then, where others saw him a villain, had named him Sauron, he had only ever see himself as he ever had been, admirable rather than abhorred. Perhaps his methods had changed, perhaps he had come to see things in a light his brethren refused to -- yet his goals had ever remained the same. And perhaps it would be the same with the girl. Where he saw what she could be, the true potential that resided in her, others would see it as a twisting, a corruption.

    "Either way," He continued, starting down the stairs, "You are an adult, are you not? Free to make your own choices, for good or ill? Though admittedly," he added, his words taking on a light edge of a laughter, "If she were to block the door that might...complicate matters."

    It appeared he did not even have to wait until they reached the door for matters to be complicated, however. Even as he reached the bottom step, even as he stepped away and looked out across the room, the innkeeper's eyes fell upon him, there, with Jaesa, and already she was bustling across the room towards the two of them. Blowing a low breath out through his lips, The Fallen Maia cast a look back towards the girl, his eyes darting skywards.

     
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    Jaesa just smiled at that, what she thought to be nought more than a quip. After all, she liked to think she would know if he were someone villainous, someone who sought to harm rather than help. Certainly it would be an easy matter of finding out, as simple as reaching out for his heart and soul through the Force, but she didn't need to. Not with Tamar, because why would anyone spend time with her every single day for a fortnight, not even minding how quiet she could be during conversation, if they meant harm?

    Free to make your own choices, he said, and for a moment, her mild smile slipped. Was that what she was here? Free to make choices? That wasn't something she'd ever had in her life before. What choices she had been given since childhood had been false facsimiles of options, with the path she ought to take clearly written. When the Organas approached her parents about marrying her to a young male from a minor branch of the House, what was she expected to do? If she said no, her parents would remain servants. There had been no real choice but to say yes. And when Nomen Karr had turned up on Alderaan and explained to her parents that she was strong in the Force? Her choice then had been clear. She could have either wound up in a marriage she did not want, or join the Jedi Order.

    No, every time she had been presented with a choice, it had been little of one at all, and since becoming a padawan, she hadn't had any. For her own safety, of course.

    "Perhaps, perhaps not," she mused. Although she appreciated the woman's care, there was still something... frustrating about being treated like a child. Not that she ever let that slip or even allowed herself to feel annoyed, but she did try and imply that the woman's efforts were not always welcome. She wished she was back home where Jedi were known and respected.

    They hadn't even left the stairs when the woman spotted them, her friendly look evaporating the moment she saw that Tamar was accompanying her. For such a pleasant woman, Agnes harboured a lot of anger, it seemed, and Jaesa could feel it swirling through the Force, a red haze of disapproving irritation at the sight of the tall man. It was not good for the woman. She really needed to calm herself.

    "Peace," Jaesa murmured before Agnes could speak, as the woman came closer, her expression growing more and more disapproving the closer she got. Or perhaps it was because she'd seen the way Tamar rolled his eyes. "I don't imagine I will be too long." Though she supposed that depended on how far he wanted to take her from the city and what he wanted to show her.
     
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    His own clear irritation at the woman's presence seemed only to make matters worse, somehow making the scowl she shot at him all the more intense. Just behind him Jaesa was calling for peace, assuring the woman that she wouldn't likely be gone for long. The air clicked out past the corner of his lips, but Sauron said nothing himself, merely staring the woman in the eyes, nearly daringher to try and drive him off.

    "And where just where are you going in the first place?" She asked. The question might have been directed at the girl, yet the pointed look she was giving was allfor Sauron.

    The Fallen Maia's brows shot upwards. "Is it your custom to demand such of those that frequent your inn?" he drawled. A scoff was all the response he received however, before the woman turned instead to Jaesa, her expression growing by leagues less something better suited for a bear who's cubs were being threatened, and more obviously concerned.

    "If he is pressuring you in any way, dear--"

    Sauron's eyes flashed. He had not truely gotten angry around the girl up until this moment, yet the woman seemed to be doing all in her power to push at him. He turned to Jaesa, waving her along after him and started to walk away, before he said or did anything that might risk what little he had already built, out came that broom-handle though, blocking his path.

    And so, he took it in hand, and snapped it, Staring the woman right in the eye. "Stand down." He said, an icy calm settling over his words. "The only one here who seems to be pressureing anyone, is you."

     
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    "Just a walk," Jaesa answered, her voice remaining completely neutral and calm even as the woman seemed to radiate disapproval and worry. Jaesa didn't understand why. She didn't understand what could be so worrying about someone spending so much time with her, and the innkeeper hadn't told her what her problem was, only patting her cheek in that way that made her feel like a child, that she couldn't help but dislike.

    Apparently, her comment didn't appease the woman, who went on to suggest that the hunter might have been pressuring her. A puzzled look came across the padawan's face at that. "Pressuring for what? He--" she began, tone bemused, but Tamar had plainly had enough of the woman's suspicions. She could sense his anger, though she supposed she could hardly blame him for it. The woman was acting as though he might snatch her up and sweep her away never to be seen again!

    Jaesa followed him, before stopping with eyes widening as her prediction - meant to be humorous - came true, and the woman blocked his way with her broom. The crack of snapping wood echoed through the common room, turning heads, and Tamar's voice was colder than anything she'd heard before. He was always warm when speaking to her, but here, she could almost feel the ice gathering in the air. The innkeeper looked startled and not a little vindicated at the sudden display and being left with a snapped broom in hand, and Jaesa stepped in before any kind of argument or fight could break out.

    There was a subtle gestue with her hand, and when she spoke again, the words were deliberate, firm, and emotionless. "You will go and see to the cook in the kitchen."

    The woman blinked, eyes going a little out of focus. "I will go and see to the cook in the kitchen." That was all, and then she ambled off across the common room, half of her broom clutched in her pudgy hand. Jaesa looked after her with regret in her gaze for a moment, not liking that she had to use a mind trick on someone who normally was so nice, though she knew she'd needed to forestall any kind of fight, before she turned to look up at Tamar, who had a curious expression on his face.

    "I'm sorry she won't leave you alone," she said quietly. "I wish I knew what her problem was." She bent down to pick up the fallen half of the broom, and set it aside on the nearest table. "You shouldn't let her get to you though."
     
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    It was foolish, allowing the woman to get under his skin so easily. Allowing his frustration to build to such a point -- and worse, to allow it to escape so plainly, out into the open. The crack of the wood echoed all across the common room and he could feel all eyes turning on them, a low wave of murmurings beginning to spread. The satisfaction he felt at the shock in her eyes was fleeting, could only be, with vindicationshining in her gaze in equal measure.

    Before the woman could say more, before Sauron might do anything more -- to salvage or destroy, he could not rightly say -- Jaesa stepped in between the two of them. She made a gesture with her hand, commanded the woman to leave, to see to the cook in the kitchen...and just as simply as that, she did. For a moment, Sauron could only stare off after the woman, watching her walk away. Another surprise, it seemed, even after all of this time. He could not deny, he was intrigued.

    As he turned back to her, he found himself blinking, looking as though he had never seen he before. When she turned back to meet his eyes, she was the one who was apologizing.

    "No, no." He quickly cut in, following her as she swept down an picked up the fallen other half of the broom, setting on a tabletop. He raked up a hand through his hair, grimacing at his own actions, "I should not have allowed her to get to me, as you said. I am sorry. I have been told I have a bit of a temper..."

    He paused for a moment then, eyeing the girl, just then realizing what it was she'd just said, "You really do not understand what it is she fears from me?"

     
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    The regret was clear in Jaesa's eyes as she turned away from where the innkeeper had ambled off. Although she could, she didn't like using the mind trick that way, or at all. It was unfair, to take away someone else's will, but sometimes there were situations where it was the better thing to do than the alternative. She couldn't have had Agnes and Tamar getting into an argument right there in front of everyone, could she? She'd done the right thing, even if she didn't feel very happy about it. It wasn't like she'd done it to gain something for herself.

    With the innkeeper out of the way, Jaesa made her way across the common room and out of the door, pulling her jacket around her as they stepped into the evening air. The nights were getting longer, and colder, with an icy, salty bite of sea air. The breeze ruffled her hair and the longer braid.

    "So have I," she admitted, with a small smile. It wasn't an obvious thing, because she was constantly meditating, but Master Karr had told her to watch how easily she could get annoyed before. "Getting angry won't make her leave you alone, though. If anything, you'll have made her all the worse." She grimaced slightly, before heading towards the wide thoroughfare that led out of the city. His next question made her pause though, turning her head to look up at him.

    "I don't know." She shrugged slightly, folding her arms across her chest. There were so many things she didn't know or understand about the world, and even about people. That was something that happened when she spent years practically isolated. "All I can think of is that she thinks you might... I don't know... kill me or something." She snorted, to show what she thought of that. "I can't imagine why. You've only been pleasant to me since we first met."
     
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    "You?" He cast the girl a sidelong look as he followed her out, into the night air. Oh, he knew very well the anger that could flow through her when give the chance to manifest, yet that thisgirl before him now, so calm and mild, should have been told so... "No, madness," He only shook his head, a teasin sort of smile tugging at his lips as he looked into the swiftly approaching night. That smile quickly faded however, as she went on. A long sigh blew it's way past his lips and he pulled down an arm behind his back,his gaze turning skywards for a moment. " I know." he admitted, reluctantly.

    And all the more difficult that would make things, with those eyes being turned all the more intently on him, with the determination steeled within the woman against him. He would deal with such things when the time came however. t was not as though she was the girl's mother, after all. She could not keep them away from one another if Jaesa herself did not wish it.

    It had been easy to forget how sheltered the was. How little she truely understood about the world, how could it not have been? Through all of the time they had been together, all that he had been once he had gotten through with he. And yet, here and now, he could not help but be reminded f that first night, how easily he could make her blush, how little she realized how much he was drawn to her, until they had kissed.

    His brows drew together, bemused as he stared across at her, the cobbles n the road scraping at his boots in the night's silence. "It is not that I will kill you." He sighed, his eyes darting up towards the sky as if somehow hoping to find the proper words written amongst the stars. "It is...that she thinks I rather like you too much?" He settled on at last, "That she thinks I will...well, there are other ways to hurt a person." Shaking his head, as they waked through the gates -- city guard calling back behind them that they had best hurry up on their way back, that would not be left upon much longer over night.

    "Come," He said, quickly,as though wanting to change the subject, grabbing for her hand before she could say anything else, "They're this way." and with those words he began running across the fields, away from the city, pulling her along after him.

     
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    Jaesa wasn't particularly bothered by the woman's strange aversion to Tamar. Whatever else there was about her, she was stubborn, and the woman was not her Master. She was not beholden to the innkeeper in any way, and if it continued, she would have to quite firmly point out that she was not a child and that she trusted the blond hunter not to do whatever it was Agnes was worried he might do.

    She listened to what Tamar thought of the woman's assumptions, that she thought he liked her too much. For a moment, Jaesa only hummed thoughtfully, a frown touching her brows. Come to think of it, if Master Karr were here, he would very much dislike the amount of time Tamar wanted to be around her as well, and would be plain in his calm disapproval. But Jaesa knew nothing of attractions, of matters of the heart and of being smitten as the innkeeper thought Tamar was. It was just a single word that made her realise that Master Karr would not want her spending so much time with this blond.

    Attachment.

    Jedi were not supposed to get close to anyone. They were supposed to remain impartial, able to dole out justice while always remaining unbiased, free of the tethers of attachment that could ruin even the best of the Jedi if they let someone too close, if they allowed how close they were to someone else cloud their judgment and instincts.

    But that was all an over-exaggeration of this, wasn't it? She liked him but she wasn't attached, and he wasn't attached to her. He just wanted to make sure she was settled, that was all.

    "I trust you," she said quietly, when he pointed out that there were other ways to hurt a person. She wasn't entirely certain what exactly he was getting at, but she trusted him not to hurt her. Why shouldn't she? He had done nothing to suggest that he meant her ill, and what she did sense of his emotions before she reminded herself not to pry was always genuine so far as she could tell. She did not trust easily, thanks to everything Master Karr had told her, but Tamar had found his way onto that small list. She trusted him and she liked him being around.

    And then he'd reached out and taken her hand, and she started a little at the contact, but before she could instinctually pull her hand free, he was off, running through the ghostly pale grass that waved in the near-darkness, pulling her along by the hand. She was rather shorter than he, with smaller strides, but she was athletic, and didn't run out of breath easily. "They?"
     
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    "They?"

    At the sound of that word, just the questioning tone of it, he cast a glance back over his shoulder and shot her a wicked sort of smile. "You said you trusted me, didn't you?" he asked her, and that was all he said as he drew her along, over the ridge of the next hill.

    The last of the day's dying light had already faded, leaving ghostly, shadow-things in it's wake, all tinged in deepest blue and void-black. The moon did not rise tonight, and the stars were all cold, pale distant things above their heads, as the wind swirled, biting and sharp amongst the dead, drying tendrils of grass. A howl went up,long and drawn out, a chilling haunting sound that seem to meld with the wind

    They were visible not far off -- the size of horses, but their shape all wrong: sleek in all the wrong ways, all powerful chest and compact, spring-powered legs made for chasing down prey and pouncing upon it, rather than the long, lean grace of anything equine. Dropping the girl's hand, Sauron came to a stop, fixing his cloak more securely about his shoulders, and pointing out the silhouettes prowling through the hillsides not far off. "Over there." He said, his voiced hushed and almost breathless, before calling out to them.

    The figures stopped at the sound of his voice, the near glowing gold of their eyes shining out through the dark, landing upon the two of them. He knew the beasts well, and they knew their place. Fierce as they could be, they were ever loyal to their master, and wold not act unless commanded to.

    He nodded towards them as they approached. "Stay by me, they will not hurt you. Oh they might appear frightful, at first but..."

     
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    His smile was a little different to the others he'd given her the past fortnight, with an edge to it that she hadn't seen there before, and there was just the slightest bit of hesitation as he reminded her of what she'd just said about trusting him. That smile gave her a second's pause, just a second where she had to assure herself that yes, she did trust him. If he was going to do anything to her, he would have long since done so, during those times they had sat in her room talking, or when he had taken her for lunch and walks through the city to show her around.

    What would Master Karr say? a voice whispered in her mind. Perhaps the reason Tamar is taking you into the wilderness is to hurt you...

    She shook that away. She was not so worried as her Master. Tamar didn't even know what a Jedi was, let alone have any clue about what she could do with the Force. He knew nothing of her that would make him think of her as valuable or unusual. She had nothing to fear.

    The sound of the howling made her blood run cold, but Tamar continued moving without hesitation and so, so did she, easily picking out the shapes up ahead, dark against the dry grass that rustled with the wind. If she had to compare them to anything, she would have thought them something like manka cats, but even then there were things different about that. They were nothing like anything she'd seen, but it was clear in their build and how they prowled that they were apex predators. Predators that apparently knew Tamar, as they all turned and began to lope towards them as he called out to them.

    She did as he said, remaining close by his side, dark eyes watching the creatures coming closer. Despite their appearances, she was not afraid. Whatever else could be said of her, she did not frighten easily, though her left hand drifted surreptitiously to the hilt of her lightsaber, fingers brushing against the cool, ridged metal that hung at her belt, reminding herself it was there should something go wrong.

    "What are they?" she asked, as the beasts came closer, until their smell drifted along on the wind. It was an unpleasant smell, but Jaesa was not surprised. All predators came with unpleasant smells. Manka cats back on Alderaan were much the same. "Are they your... pets?"
     
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    He watched her as the wargs grew nearer, loping over the dry grass, what dim light there was picking out their fur in silver. He knew fear. After aeons of surrounding himself with it, he could recognize it in ll but those most skilled in concealing their emotions. The girl was not...afraid exactly, but he was on her guard. His eyes darted downwards at the sight of movement, ad he caught her hand just brushing against the hilt of her weapon.

    She was not foolish to do so, as the Towering beasts slowed to a stop, gathering all around the two of them, surrounding them, their eyes all fixed upon the girl. a few still paced, circling around her, sniffing her out as though she were meant to be their next meal. Low growls escaped their throats, as they flashed teeth the size of a grown man-s forearm.

    Sauron only stepped up to them, letting his hands flow over their fur, speaking soft words to the creatures as any huntsman might his hounds. They stood down, lying at his feet, as though they were no more dangerous than any lap-dog.

    "Pets?" He seemed to test the word, glancing back over his shoulder at the girl as he buried his hands in the fur od one of the creatures, scratching at the ruff of it's neck. "Perhaps. Something like that..." A few of the beasts were still eyeing the girl, as though just waiting for the word to strike, "I have told you before, I am a hunter. And they...they hunt with me..."

     
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    Jaesa remained still as the beasts slowed, drawing near enough to begin circling her. Though they did not pounce at her, they were more hostile than she would have liked, and her mind darted back to the presence of the lightsaber at her waist. Still, even with the creatures prowling around her, she was not afraid. If she had to, if Tamar was unable to control the beasts, she would be able to defend herself. No matter the size of them, it would not be too much difficulty. No, she was not afraid.

    But she was, perhaps, a bit apprehensive, because whatever she might have expected from Tamar taking her outside the city, being shown a group of hostile predatory beasts was not on the list at all. She watched as he stepped up to them, his hands drawn along their fur and murmuring to them as though they really were nothing more than pets. And just like that, they stood down, no longer hostile or aggressive in their postures at all, flopping down into the dry grass that crackled beneath them.

    She glanced at him as he explained the sort of symbiotic relationship he had with the beasts during his hunts, and she let out a soft sound of understanding. "They certainly look like they're good at it." She still wasn't sure exactly why he had wanted to show them to her though, since they didn't seem very happy at all with her presence, considering some of them were still eyeing her as though they wanted to bite her. Maybe they were jealous.

    "Do you think they'll let me..." Her voice trailed off as she gestured with her hand to indicate touching them. She wasn't quite sure how to approach them, or even if she should, since however they lounged at Tamar's feet, they clearly were not domestic.

    She moved a little closer, her movements careful and non-threatening, and once she was close, she moved to sit down next to the nearest beast. Near enough to be in danger should it decide it didn't like her being close at all. She looked up at Tamar, just for a moment, with a small smile playing at the corner of her lips, before letting her gaze fall back to the nearest beast. As she reached out slowly with her hand for it to sniff at her, she simultaneously reached out through the Force, seeking to calm the beast, to bring it to the realisation that she could be trusted.
     
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    He was confident in his ability to control them enough that he was certain they would not harm her. That did not stop him from edging near her, however, as she approached the wolves, nor from staring the creatures down, just behind her back, as she reached out a hand towards one of them. It was a dangerous place she'd taken, near enough that there would be no escape were the creature suddenly to forget itself and who the leader of it's pack truely was.

    He sidled his way in next to the girl, crouching upon the earth beside her. And yet...what happened next, as she reached her hand out...

    Rather than rip her hand off as would be the creature's usual wont, it actually took the time to sniff at her, and more yet, moved in nearerlaying it's head across her lap. Despite himself, despite hm brnging her out here in the first place, wanting her to come to know the creatures, knowing that in her somewhere there was enough in her to command the respect of them as much as she had his orcs, this was...he did not know what to call it.

    "They like you," He found himself murmuring, reaching across her to stroke a hand through the long, shaggy coat covering the wolf's neck. as he pulled himself back, he absently reached up, tucking back that long braid that hung over her shoulder behind herear, "They are not like this with most."

     
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    She couldn't really have said what she actually did with the Force, only that she had let instinct guide her, and she couldn't help her relief as the beast harmlessly sniffed at her. What was more, the animal moved closer to her until she could feel the heat of its huge body against her leg. A moment later, there was a heavy weight as it laid its head in her lap, eyes closed, for all the world as though it were a domestic hound.

    The surprise was clear in her eyes, because she hadn't expected such a positive reaction. She had expected, perhaps, for the harmless sniff to be the end of it, for the beast to simply smell her and then cease its glaring at her. Instead, she found herself with the weight of its head against her. For a moment, she was still, not sure if she could even move now that it had its head in her lap without annoying it.

    It was clear that she was not the only one surprised; Tamar, too, seemed astonished by the beast's reaction to her, moving in close to reach across and draw his fingers through its fur. After some hesitation, Jaesa moved her own hand to copy him, her own fingers running through the shaggy coat. It wasn't soft or smooth in any sense of the words, and it wasn't really a pleasant thing to touch, or even to look at, but she was used to animals that looked odd. And there was no denying the aura of strength and power that hung around their muscled bodies. It was difficult not to admire them.

    She started a little as he tucked the braid back from where it had slipped over her shoulder, glancing at him just for a moment with an expression that was a mix of thoughtful and pleased. "Really?" she asked, and her eyebrows rose just a little as she continued to draw her fingers through the rough fur. The other beasts eyed her, and she couldn't help but wonder if they wanted what this one was getting, or if they thought their fellow was a traitor. "I hope you didn't bring me out here with the expectation that they would be hostile." There was no accusation in her calm voice though, only something that could almost have been seen as dry humour. After all, she did trust him enough not to think that he had brought her out here to be prey to his beasts.