PRIDELANDS||p, 'visitor'

Padmè had been on one of her walks, carrying a makeshift umbrella of some sort due to the terrible weather. The rain had washed away most scents, so she had no clue what she was getting into when she stumbled upon a stranger at the border. "Hello there! May I please have your name and business please?" She asked the helmeted stranger, trying to remain cheerful even though the rain got on her nerves.

While Luke didn't know who this was, there was something about him that he didn't like. Something the force warned him about. Though, he didn't say anything and politely smiled at the stranger, standing near his mother as he waited for the answers to her questions.

He stood over the others, high atop the ledge and casting a shadow. Anakin let out a roar- bunching his legs and curling his back. Defensive. Angry. Get out of my territory. "How dare you show your face here!" Anakin snarled, his fingers curling like extended claws and ready to pounce. His eyes glanced to Padmè- and he just hoped, hoped for once in his life that Padmè wasn't going to be forgiving.

Because Anakin certainly was not, and the Dark Side snapped at him like an angry beast, fumbling to unlock his chains. "You think they are yours? You rape my wife, never raise them, and you think you are their father? You believe you have any right here?" Anakin dropped down, making his way towards Vanitas- and the Dark Side cheered, having found the keys. Nothing would change what Vanitas did. He got into the lion's face, nose to nose. "Run away, and never return. Because nothing else is going to stop me from killing you." The Dark Side groaned and whispered in his ears, begging him to unlock the chains- let loose the beast. Kill Vanitas. Kill, kill, kill....

Luke stood stiff, hearing his father and soon his smile dropped to a grimace. He was right then in his feeling of dislike toward the male. He had been confused, wondering what Vanitas was talking about, but his father clarified enough. A brief anger flooded him. So this was the male that assaulted his mother. He held himself back, steeling himself and moving closer to his mother instead.

Padmè welcomed Luke closer to her, as she needed the stability of her family. This male... he caused her irrepetible damage. "Why now? After all this time.. why are you here now?" She asked simply, a pained look on her face. "It's Mrs. Skywalker to you." She told him, before turning away from him. She wasn't going to reprimand her husband, she trusted him.

Vanitas had his chance. Anakin was justified. Forgiveness went up in flames.

Anakin moved, aiming to slap the side of Vanitas' face and send him to the ground with a metal paw. The dark side cooed and gleed, swirling around him like a dangerous beast. "Raping my wife does not make you their father." Vanitas wasn't coming into Windclan.

Anakin had suspicions- this had to be a ploy. Why would a rapist feel he was wrong? A gruff growl came out among his breathing, and his hand moved again, aiming to grab Vanitas by the throat and squeeze.

"You will die."

Luke didn't try to move and stop his father. Normally, he might've felt bad and asked they deal with this civilly. It's not the Jedi way. But this was his mother that had been hurt. Briefly even he wanted to... he stopped himself and willed those thoughts away. He glanced at the lioness with more than mild concern, moving to press his nose to her shoulder.

Anakin, Anakin, no! The lion hesitated for a bare moment- Qui-gon's ghostly chords crying out through the Force. His grip slackened for a moment, but the Dark Side begging and rolled over for him, wanting to edge him on, igniting the furnance in his heart while he was vulnerable.

Anakin let out a roar, finally deciding, I'm doing the right thing, and reaffirmed his grip, beginning to pull with the brute force of his gorilla hybrid arms, aiming to snap Vanitas' neck.

//I'm not replying as Vanitas right now because I think Navi's roleplayer wanted to get in on the action and she can't really do that if Vanitas is dead.

navi

Well, this was quite the commotion. The melanistic lioness would appear next, unsure of what to think about the situation. She glanced at the four who were already there. Having heard all the things said in those brief moments, she knew this was her father. But she didn't want to protect him. However, she was thinking Anakin shouldn't really kill him in front of his children. She winced visibly as Anakin appeared ready to snap the demon's neck. "Maybe you should let go to give him some last words, sir?"

The appearance of Navi seemed to make the situation so much worse. Chains broke, Anakin roared, and the Dark Side flooded him. Anger swirled and lit aflame- the furnace in his chest at full power. He aimed to pull Vanitas from under him, and rise onto his hindlegs, clutching the lion by his throat. He let out another roar into Vanitas' face, wanting to force the lion into submission. "You turned my daughters against me!" He roared, shaking him roughly, glancing at Navi then looking right back at Vanitas. "Regardless, I am killing a rapist." With that, he aimed to throw Vanitas down, and stomp on the lion's neck with his heavy metal boot, if successful, he would likely brake Vanitas' neck and cut off his air.

"Anakin, stop... You don't need his blood on your conscious." Padmè spoke up, trying to calm him. This was worst case scenario, Anakin had accessed the dark side. Now it was damage control.

Something burned in Luke's gut and his gaze snapped back to the commotion. How could they possibly defend Vanitas? Yes, he needed to be a guardian of justice and peace, yet this... this just didn't feel right to let go. Even his own mother didn't want this... but hadn't he...? The fire from both Navi and Vanitas made him want to back off, but he couldn't. He stepped forward now, "What is justice for a rapist!?" The burning feel spread. He looked toward Fifer, "Tell me how you can possibly let this filth go!