Cyutadakyr's body ached strangely yet in an empowering way as she felt the pulse of energy given to complete the ritual. If such an exertion was required from an acolyte for a simple task, she could only imagine the immense power that it would take to achieve the dreams of immortality she had.
Weapons so dark and twisted that even being in their presence would be enough to corrupt, monsters so vast and monstrous that entire planets and systems bend to her will, lest they be released upon them. And perhaps for good measure she does regardless, ensuring that the rest of the galaxy knows that Cyutadakyr is not one to trifle with. Such is the type of immortality that this one sought.
The pureblood's opal stare into the eyes of the other giving pause for a moment before smiling. "That is a perfect description. In time, who knows what else we will create." Cyu looked back down towards the object she had changed, admiring the small differences she had placed upon it.
Lifting her head again, glancing back. "Ur-Kittât, or old Sith in the common tongue. Although sometimes even that isn't enough and the practitioner will create a code from the runes to further protect their knowledge." Cyu popped herself up and followed after her. There were faint traces of darkness emitting from objects around them, each seemingly touched in some way by the force and the user's desires. It would only take a little bit of focus to narrow them down and pick whichever fancied them, among the rest.
They approached a small table against a wall that contained a number of writing instruments and parchments, tablets, and the like. A wicked thought encroached upon Cyu's mind, as she closed the distance between them. Ambrosia would feel the pureblood's warmth against her back as she softly placed her chin over the doll's shoulder. Wrapping her arm over and coupling the offshoots hand, Cyu guided her to pick up one such instrument.
With a whisper, she softly spoke as the brush stroked against the parchment, slowly and deliberately until the word Akdtubea was visible. "Your name,... my tongue."
Weapons so dark and twisted that even being in their presence would be enough to corrupt, monsters so vast and monstrous that entire planets and systems bend to her will, lest they be released upon them. And perhaps for good measure she does regardless, ensuring that the rest of the galaxy knows that Cyutadakyr is not one to trifle with. Such is the type of immortality that this one sought.
The pureblood's opal stare into the eyes of the other giving pause for a moment before smiling. "That is a perfect description. In time, who knows what else we will create." Cyu looked back down towards the object she had changed, admiring the small differences she had placed upon it.
Lifting her head again, glancing back. "Ur-Kittât, or old Sith in the common tongue. Although sometimes even that isn't enough and the practitioner will create a code from the runes to further protect their knowledge." Cyu popped herself up and followed after her. There were faint traces of darkness emitting from objects around them, each seemingly touched in some way by the force and the user's desires. It would only take a little bit of focus to narrow them down and pick whichever fancied them, among the rest.
They approached a small table against a wall that contained a number of writing instruments and parchments, tablets, and the like. A wicked thought encroached upon Cyu's mind, as she closed the distance between them. Ambrosia would feel the pureblood's warmth against her back as she softly placed her chin over the doll's shoulder. Wrapping her arm over and coupling the offshoots hand, Cyu guided her to pick up one such instrument.
With a whisper, she softly spoke as the brush stroked against the parchment, slowly and deliberately until the word Akdtubea was visible. "Your name,... my tongue."
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