She had never ran so fast in her life, breaths passed her lips in small pants as she forced herself forward. The howls of the beasts weren’t far behind, soon they were joined by the sounds of their paws as they plowed through the brush after her.
Nath cursed herself for being foolish enough to use so much of her Force abilities. She had known before coming the Vornskr were drawn to it like any predator was drawn by the scent of blood.
A glance over her shoulder informed her there were three of the black hounds on her tail, which meant at a minimum there were two she couldn’t see yet. The Iridonian could hear the blood pounding in her ears as she pushed forward, the hasty rhythm of her hearts keeping her from lapsing back in her pace.
From the left she felt it coming, the Force warning her just quickly enough for her to draw her lightsaber. She was forced to leap over a thickly growing root from the forest floor, allowing her instincts to guide her she activated the blade as she pivoted to strike. The scent of singed fur and flesh along with a pained howl informed her she had hit the mark. As her boots made contact with the ground again the sound of the wounded beast crashing down met her ears. The Seeker didn’t stop to inspect her handy work hoping its packmates would descend upon it rather than continue the chase for her hide.
The Battlemaster didn’t fair much better, he too found himself sprinting to gain more distance between him and his pursuers. The burning ache within his muscles only worsening the longer he kept going. The scenery blurring into varying shades of green as his eyes focused sharply on the path he chose. It was not difficult to loose himself as he ran, his sole focus on escaping the predators that had decided he would be a tasty snack.
In the distance he could hear the pained howl of an injured beast, followed swiftly by a differing one, by many, signaling a successful kill. Idly he hoped it was the Iridonian but he wouldn’t hold his breath. Hopefully she would fall to the pack that had chosen to follow her. He had a feeling it was intentional, that his path had been chosen for him just like hers had been. Vornskr were hunters after all, what hunter did not know their own domain?
When that thought hurtled through Atra’s mind he quickly changed his path, choosing instead to force them to chase in the direction he chose. All the distance he had placed between him and them dwindled in doing so, but he felt more in control, he would not allow them to dictate where he would run.
Slowly but surely he clawed back the distance, forcing them to run around trees and bushes to keep up with him. Stubborn until the end the Vornskr refused to give up, howling, yapping and gnashing their teeth as they kept up the chase.
Ventus kept pushing forward, his body slowly but surely beginning to protest more vehemently as he forced himself to keep on running. He cursed as he passed through the bubble created by the creatures known as Ysalamir, he sensed it coming but could do nothing to prevent his senses from being blinded by it. He felt almost blind without the Force there to guide him.
The predators behind him came to a screeching halt as Atra vanished into the dense foliage, no longer were they able to pick up his trail. He kept running for a while longer, ensuring there was enough distance between them before slowing down. His body now burning as the acid in his muscles had built up.
Nath heaved an irritated sigh, she counted her blessings that she wore a vest under the tunic which was now shredded. The black vest also bore the brunt of the claws that had sunk into her back though fortunately for her, her skin had already begun to heal. She discarded the thick vestment, knowing it could not be salvaged even my the best seamstresses in the galaxy.
“What?” She observed the now docile beast that looked up at her, its tail now a short cauterized stump which wagged almost comically at her question. She knew she should probably kill it, the beast could turn on her at any moment but unlike the others it had followed her into the void bubble.
Instead she walked on, completely blind to the Force. The effects were interesting to the Seeker, she couldn't recall a time when the Force had not been guiding her in one manner or another, the gentle ebb and flow of life that was normally all around her subconscious was now void. All she could rely upon was her own wits and instincts to keep her alive.
The Vornskr gave a slight purr as it padded after her, now it could no longer sense the Force being used it was docile; or at least that was her theory. The Iridonian knew enough to survive but was not versed in the indigenous species of every planet she had come to.
Nath gave the animal a glance, not understanding why it prowled so close to her leg, or why it insisted on being a pace ahead of her. She hastened her steps and eventually settled for being at the same walking pace, even if it irked her sense of pride to be an equal in this creature's view.
It took hours of walking, she couldn't deny she was probably lost until Ood decided to break his radio silence. Nath was patient, she could wait it out, she hoped. Her thoughts had run away with her, the Vornskr traveling companion she had acquired had much keener hearing it seemed than herself because his behaviour became much more on edge, its muscles tensed into taught balls as it prowled slightly ahead and before her.
After another five minutes she heard it, the unmistakable sound of boots in thick foliage. The gate was wide, the tree heavy by her ears, probably male. Nath hid behind a tree and waited.
The Vornskr noticed she had stopped immediately. Though in truth he was far more interested in what lay within the higher branches. Since Nath no longer was walking he began to use his claws to traverse up the trunk that was sticky with sap.
Atra had easily spotted the Iridonian, white flesh made for poor camouflage within the jungle. He continued his advance upon her a bit more stealthily masking the foot falls he made as best he could. Something had caught the female's undivided attention.
Ventus pondered what to do with her, he could kill her where she stood if she fought him, if she provided the correct cues she could survive this encounter. There was little joy to have killing the submissive after all.
He crept closer and closer, yet she did not move, he was certain it was no illusion she fabricated because she could not do so here. He noted the absence of the tunic, his estimation of her proving to be correct with just the black vest and obi styled belt to cover her form. She was skin pulled over bone with a thin layer of muscle in between.
Upon her back he could see the fine scarring that intertwined with her back. It spanned too, to the sides of her neck which was now fully at his mercy.
Without hesitation, and in one swift movement he had her pinned against him. His arm spanned across her her chest whilst the fingers of his other palm grabbed at her throat.
Even pressed against his skin she felt cold to his touch, Ventus idly pondered how a being could tolerate being so cold at all times; it didn't seem natural to him.
Still she did not move against him. Only offering more of her neck in submission to his whims. When his fingers began to trace at the scars at the side of her neck she offered it up to his inspection. Atra could easily see they had been designed but he doubted they were hers, the curves far too smooth to be a natural scar.
Nath's gaze remained firmly upward, her body not resistant as he moved her ever so slightly. It was not until the crimson began to fall that Atra looked up. The Iridonian's blackened gaze took in the macabre scene, the Vornskr had torn a gore filled path along the trunk raining down blood, skin, bone and organs of the Ysalamiri that had made that tree their home.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" The Seeker beneath his fingers enquired softly. Atra had no concept of what one would deem as beautiful, but he could hazard a guess that it was not this and so decided to remain silent. "Life cycles are always fascinating to see first hand."
"You're mad aren't you?" He changed the topic, moving a fraction to avoid the gore that dropped to meet them.
"Only a little bit I assure you." Atra was not at all assured of anything but before he could really act the Umbaran heard his comm activate and the familiar voice of his Proconsul demanding that he stand down.
He obeyed, but only because he wished to return back to civilised space. Stepping back to allow her her freedom, he looked once more to the skies and together the pair waited for the ship to drop low enough to accept them.
Both pressed their way inside the small ship, eager to go home and not come back. The male Vornskr trotted after them blissfully covered in the acrid copper tang of blood.
Nath collapsed in a heap on a bench, her muscles ached and sleep called to her like a siren. She curled up on her side and allowed her eyes to close.
Atra observed in a bored manner, he had nothing to entertain himself with and couldn't find slumber with a wild Vornskr glaring at him from across the hold of the ship. It was on observing the Iridonian that he realised she was not asleep.
"Will you keep it?" He was a little curious.
"Yes." Nath replied keeping her eyelids firmly closed.
"It'll eat you when you sleep." She stretched her back, popping the joints with a satisfied sigh.
"Then it's fortunate I do not do that often."
Atra stared openly at Nath for the remainder of the journey, uncertain if he liked her or wanted to kill her where she lay.
He was he? :P
comma needed for dialogue flow.