Anakin - despite his size - had a deceptively light step. He couldn't be silent in his heavy boots but picking it out of the normal sounds of vegetation growing and moving and wildlife moving about would be very difficult. You certainly wouldn't place someone of his size with them and he'd learned to step mostly on the front of his foot and keep his heel up slightly to further hide himself from others. Of course, it was easier when he was in a place where the wildlife didn't go silent when he got too close.
And the Dark in this place was sticky and slick all at once, of course, it sang its sweet song, of power and promise (like the sweet scent of fruit rot, intoxicating and so pungent, his mouth almost watered). It was so solid Anakin felt he could almost stick his finger into it, leave a hole that would slowly fill like the gelled juice sometimes given to children or the very old for ease of eating. Leave fingerprints in the shape of starburst scars. He knows he could. They might even be permanent. He knows he could also pick up something, anything, and meditate with it, bleed the Dark out and set it to grow. He'd have to do a lot of it to give the Light a chance to grow here - but given where this place? Most likely something was buried here.
Anakin took a breath, mouth open smelling and tasting while he focused, then turned slowly in a circle, spinning out his own presence, flowing from him like water to investigate every nook and peaky, a barely-there covering, the softest breath of breeze on the frost and ice. And the planet answered he could feel it, like a knot in the wood of a tree. Solid and real and yet not solid, more amorphous, like an aquatic egg. A center alive and there, a gel over it, protecting it and yet if lifted into the air it would die. Would the Light do that to whatever this was? Because he knew, for all he thought 'egg' - this was nothing new.
No, it was ancient and well-entrenched. He thought of water, so cold, the temperature needed to freeze more than three times surpassed but under so much pressure it couldn't. That feeling of thick oil and syrup, and yet so very alive-
Was it a 'who' and not a 'what'? He moved on, compelled. He stopped and lit several glowrods, levitating him above his head to give him the ability to decend into one of the tunnels.
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Date: 2021-08-23 04:53 pm (UTC)And the Dark in this place was sticky and slick all at once, of course, it sang its sweet song, of power and promise (like the sweet scent of fruit rot, intoxicating and so pungent, his mouth almost watered). It was so solid Anakin felt he could almost stick his finger into it, leave a hole that would slowly fill like the gelled juice sometimes given to children or the very old for ease of eating. Leave fingerprints in the shape of starburst scars. He knows he could. They might even be permanent. He knows he could also pick up something, anything, and meditate with it, bleed the Dark out and set it to grow. He'd have to do a lot of it to give the Light a chance to grow here - but given where this place? Most likely something was buried here.
Anakin took a breath, mouth open smelling and tasting while he focused, then turned slowly in a circle, spinning out his own presence, flowing from him like water to investigate every nook and peaky, a barely-there covering, the softest breath of breeze on the frost and ice. And the planet answered he could feel it, like a knot in the wood of a tree. Solid and real and yet not solid, more amorphous, like an aquatic egg. A center alive and there, a gel over it, protecting it and yet if lifted into the air it would die. Would the Light do that to whatever this was? Because he knew, for all he thought 'egg' - this was nothing new.
No, it was ancient and well-entrenched. He thought of water, so cold, the temperature needed to freeze more than three times surpassed but under so much pressure it couldn't. That feeling of thick oil and syrup, and yet so very alive-
Was it a 'who' and not a 'what'? He moved on, compelled. He stopped and lit several glowrods, levitating him above his head to give him the ability to decend into one of the tunnels.