Manaan l Death Enabled
The Sith Order represented the ever-changing evolutionary path that all things took. The most ambitious of the Order grew in power when strength met intellect and cunning. This was true of Sith Master Vossari Khaldun. An individual they were coming to deeply respect.
It was that respect that had been the reason Iymril had agreed to leave their classroom and laboratory to aid in the Sith Master’s agenda. He needed someone to help ensure an election, he needed someone cunning and amoral enough to do what needed to be done. And so Iymril had come to Manaan with his right hand, Zira in tow.
They expected another representative of the Order to arrive at some point. But for now, Iymril would meet with the emissary for the Order of Shasa. A cult that was aligned with Master Khaldun and had their loyalties up for grabs of this election went their way. Iymril had come wearing a light purple dress shirt, a pair of charcoal dress pants, and black dress shoes. They had their hair free falling and lightly curled. Their lips were painted with a neutral tone and their nails were given a protective clear coat of polish.
Their crimson gaze fell to Zira as they left their vessel. They hid their true intentions behind the simple inspection of her outfit. In reality, their desire for her had been mounting, especially with her sleeping next to them or in their arms.
“I’ve slept better with you by my side.” They told her, their voice lacking any emotion.
Iymril had allowed themself to be more open with Zira. Since finishing off Ayyr, they were less hesitant about that transparency. After all, they’d killed the woman’s they loved, what could possibly protect Zira if they decided to give her the same fate?
@Sreeya