Tharnanion Posted April 3, 2023 Share Posted April 3, 2023 Having silently played his role throughout the immensely violent and chaotic altercation, the Wookiee remained at the rear of the contingent of Jedi, watching as they had so ferociously permeated through the forces of darkness. New faces, and new names blurred by him reminiscent of walking through a cloud of buzzing flame beetles. Such chaos, and the sudden and complete divergence from his prior way of life left the Tree Carer nearly in a state of stupor, taking in his environment as a shell of his former self. Falleen was a cataclysm. A broken land filled with darkness. Such a wounded landscape was quite reminiscent of the damage he had spent a lifetime repairing on his own homeworld, harkening memories of the decimated lands of his childhood he remembered so reverently. Kerriwarr was struck as he laid a forest-green gaze upon the lands before him, taken aback by the wildness and wanton decimation of such innocent places and people. Such untold destruction would undoubtedly be matched by the labor required to restore it, and yet, it had far from reached its conclusion, for the great toil of Falleen had far from ended. Her scars not yet fully revealed. "Get her to safety!" The words snapped through the haze of the Wookiee's glossy disposition as he looked down to the two figures before him. To the Mon Cal from whom the words emanated, Kerriwarr only offered a silent nod. Reaching out and taking the hand of the child, he surveyed the immediate area, his gaze sharpened as the urgency of the situation enveloped his mind, along with the warm light of the coming dawn and the etheral invisible light which emanated from the Jedi around him. The Wookiee, despite being absent any formal instruction in Jedi combat, was indeed a warrior in his own right, and utilized his Wroshyr staff to great effect upon any who attempted to interfere with his aims, casting his foes about with a great ease as he guided the young child away from the fray and to a secure location. It was from this location that the Wookiee rested, tending what wounds he sustained throughout the incursion. So too did he nurture the child, doing his utmost to soothe the emotions of the little one as he once more looked about the foray of the Jedi into the darkness, a pillar of light thrusting its way through the firmament, into the remaining great vestiges of darkness on the planet. He would remain hidden until further prompted, gazing upon the great battle before him, awestruck by the possibility that he could soon be among the ranks of those bringing peace and prosperity to such an addled world... 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tharnanion Posted April 7, 2023 Share Posted April 7, 2023 The Wookiee looked up, his gaze meeting that of the approaching woman as she spoke. His chestnut fur, matted with grime and blood, billowed in the soft breeze of the alleyway as the Tree Carer rose to his full height, towering above the child and, indeed, above the woman that approached. "I have been called for a higher purpose by the Force and by one of your peers. I am told that I am to be trained as a Jedi. I am Kerriwarr, Tree Carer and Sage of the Wroshyr, Keeper of Saava and Speaker of the Syren, at your service." He beckoned the child behind him, holding his staff to his side as he bowed his head. Whilst the woman seemed tepid in her demeanor, it was not lightly that Kerriwarr would abandon his duty. The woman's intentions could be of great difference to the demeanor she presented, and the Wookiee would not be so unwise as to drop his guard at the first sign of peace. "And who may you be to be amidst such toil?" he asked, the guttural sounds of Shyriiwook filling the side-street, "Are you a Jedi?" 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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