Two of a kind

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati's nostrils flared as an ever so familiar sent seemed to fill the air around her. A scent that encompassed home. A scent that spoke if kinfolk. No matter how distant and irrelevant to her blood-wise, she knew another Zabrak from Iridonia was around. Instinct led her to investigate, look around, indulge her curiosity. She moved down one hall turned down a corridor and before long her amber orbs were taking in a lean Zabrak male whose muscles seemed to tense and pulse as he displayed extraordinary balance, moving about the training room with fluid grace and ease. Indeed he was something to envy if not admire.

So here she stood at around 5'6, propping herself up by her mechanical leg as she ever slightly leaned against the large door. She was dressed in simple acolyte robes, fingers ever slightly grasping the door as her crimson cheek with black tendrils of ink rested against it. Her eyes flickered over him, reading him like a book, as their tattoos often said so much. No doubt she seemed in a trance as the acrobat moved about not seeming to care if he picked on her own scent, which no doubt through the pheromones he could tell there was a hint of instinctual attraction towards him, as anyone would have in being reunited with one of their own species. After all Zabrak were never meant to be loners. Clanship and the kinship that came with it was large part of their culture.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok dodge to the left parrying his opponents attack. He had to be ready for the korriban klash tournament, he had already signed up and had to be on his A game. That was when he noticed. Sarok couldn't believe it. There was a Zabrak watching him. He hadn't seen a fellow Zabrak ever since the incident back in in his village.
After training he walked over to her and said hi. He was happy that it wasn't another hunter from his village still hunting him even though it was long ago. He sensed a sort of dangerous vibe to her.

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Nine years, nine years since she had seen a true warrior of Iridonis, and she couldn't stop watching him as he moved about with such relative ease, and then strolled over to her with what seemed to be cool confidence and a rather informal hello. "Hello," She responded in their native tongue, as her body's chemical design emitted a siren's call to him without her realizing it. Either he would accept the challenge, or nothing would come of it. She took in the sight of his tattoos better able to comprehend them, "Iridonis...what a surprise, I mean, it's been awhile." She said quietly feeling much like a fool. Surely she had something better to say then waggle her tongue as she blabbed in Zabraki. "Name's Bustati...I was looking for someone to spar with, who might know of our people's Martial Arts, I'm a bit rough around the edges." Pathetic excuse to be in his presence but it would hide the fact that she had been openly gawking, and she did indeed need the practice, her mechanical leg proof of that. "If your not too busy that is." Her gaze flickered over to his opponent but only for a moment before she settled her gaze back on him.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok looked at this female challenging him to a sparring match "Very well".
She seemed to have some sort of confidence about her the way she talked to him like as if he was a normal person, he had never felt this since his village back on his planet. Sarok gleamed "Okay follow me" he walked onto the mat and readied himself

Sarok then said with a grin "Bring it on then".

 

[ZabrakBustati]

She moved after him, her mechanical leg giving a subtle creek as they came to both stand on the mat. She sneered at his words, taking up the traditional fighting stance, "Don't mistaken me for a fool. You'd simply dodge me like a coward. Why don't you try initiating tough guy? Unless your afraid of getting whooped by a female." Bustati was usually not so straight forward, and though her expression hardly showed it she seemed to surprise herself. She shouldn't be, her taunt seemed to accompany the pheremone message she was throwing his way, a most certain challenge. Challenging his strength, his masculinity, his existence as a Zabrak. Mingling with his senses and hoping to spur on natural tendencies.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok lunged forward dodging left and right trying to confuse this Zabrak. He hops over her head landing in a perfect stance and sweeps her of her feet

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati is knocked off her feet in a blink, but works quickly to recover using her mechanical leg to slam into his ankle in a sweeping kick as she fight to rise once more.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok falls flat on his face he didn't know this would happen so he was defienetley shocked. He gets up a goes for a right hook to the ribs

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Her dodge isn't fast enough and she feels the air knocked out of her as she goes to fall back, but in doing so she grabs the wrist of the fist that makes contact, working to use her weight to pull him into a grapple and pin him down. Though she isn't a very thin female, and her technique has things worth desiring.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

He was just quick enough pulled her over his shoulder countering her pin and holding her down he was ready to finish this spar and that's when something happened. This feeling kicked in, it felt like some sort of a bond had just be tied and it had him ready to strike but not able to move

 

[ZabrakBustati]

The spar had been short as their bodies became an entangled mass leading with him as the victor, but unable to finish or call it off on his own accord, and her not really aiding in such a factor. Instead their eyes stared into one another. Her amber hues were wide, unblinking as she looked up into his. Her chest rose and fell with the ebb and flow of her heavy breathing, and oddly enough she felt safe and secure beneath him, unable or perhaps unwilling to strike him from below to gain the upper hand. It seemed obvious, at least to some degree, that something more primal was at work. An awkward silence remained between them both, and she found her head lifting, eyes nearing half slits as lids folded over. There was an ever odd notion to press her lips to- She paused, her whole body going rigid, and those eyes snapped open once more.

Wait! What was she thinking? What was this? Was she really so weak? A crease formed in her forehead as she frowned. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she threw up a wall of denial. She had to snap out of it. She couldn't let such weakness seize her thoughts, her mind. "Get off!" She growled in Zabraki. Denying desire and all emotion that accompanied it, though she couldn't ignore the odd sense of pleasure if not peace of mind she gained from being around him, near him.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok was confused and did not know what to say so he went back to sparring not knowing what had just happened and what to think off it. As he walked away he didn't no why but he looked back at the acolyte just lying there not getting up. Sarok thought to himself "What is she doing"? Sarok went over to help her up and as he did he felt something weird. He quickly let go of her hand and snorted walking away leaving her there standing. He knew he had felt something he just didn't no what it was.
As he went back to sparring he was still thinking about the acolyte that had sparred him only 1 hour ago, he said to himself "stop thinking about her"! Even as he said that the thought of her slipped back into his mind again and again and again. He k ew now the he would meet this acolyte again and he would be ready.