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STORY IS NOT MINE!!! Zannah from FurAffinity wrote it.

Zannah chuckled weakly. “How many former Jedi have galaxy-wide genocide on their consciences?” She ran her fingers through her hair, unconsciously mimicking Dom’s earlier gesture.

“Well, there would be me,” Perdia said very quietly.

The vixen sucked in a sharp breath. “That wasn’t your fault,” she said, her tone almost pleading. “None of it was. We... The things we did to you... You didn’t have a choice. You were a prisoner, a victim.”

“Yes.” Perdia clasped her hands lightly against her knee. “I was. And so were you, Zannah.”

“Not... Not as I remember it,” the older woman rasped, ears folding flat to her skull. “I have... her memories. Her feelings. She enjoyed what she did, reveled in it. Khal’Saad... He was her god.” A shudder wracked the vixen’s slender frame. “And she’s still part of me,” Zannah finished bleakly.

“But she isn’t you,” the feline said softly. "Not now."

“She was. For years, she was all that defined me.” Zannah shook her head. “You can’t... Can’t know what it’s like... It’s... Having another person in your mind who is you, wholly, yet isn’t. I can’t simply pick and choose the less-horrible parts of her. M-Malys is the razor edge of my own sanity.” She stumbled over the hated name, rubbing at the back of her neck almost convulsively. Her hood had fallen back, and distress was clearly written across the vixen’s features. Tucked in the vixen’s free arm, Jenna had gone very still, watching her mother with a gaze that was almost contemplative, an odd look for a child so young.

“Nor can any of us pick and choose our memories at will so that we might forget where we came from, what we have endured, to become those whom we are.” Perdia sighed. “No matter how much we may wish to do so. If we did...Etain is right. When we choose to forget our pasts, we also eliminate our futures.” She nodded toward Jenna. “The things you have endured are terrible beyond measure, but the gifts you have been given are...” She shook her head. “You wouldn’t want to give those up, would you?”

“Never.” The response was instant, the vixen's arm tightening around her child. “But I fear what I might be capable of if they were threatened.” Zannah ran a hand over her face.

“We all do.” Perdia looked away, shadows of lingering pain washing out from her.

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Scanner BUTCHERED this. Lots of the contrast is gone, but, eh, what can I do? Some pieces just don't scan as well as we'd like.

My half of a trade with the awesome Zannah featuring Perdia, Zannah, and her little cub, Jenna in the Star Wars universe. Perdia and Zannah are around the age of 40 whereas little Jenna is almost a full year old at this point.

Done with prismcolor markers, copic markers, micron pens, brush pen, and white gel pen on bristol.

Go here to see Zannah's half of the trade so far! [link]

Zannah and Jenna belong to Zannah.
Perdia belongs to Perdi.
Star Wars and all canon material belongs to George Lucas and his creative team.
Artwork is mine.

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STORY IS NOT MINE!!! Zannah from FurAffinity wrote it.

Zannah chuckled weakly. “How many former Jedi have galaxy-wide genocide on their consciences?” She ran her fingers through her hair, unconsciously mimicking Dom’s earlier gesture.

“Well, there would be me,” Perdia said very quietly.

The vixen sucked in a sharp breath. “That wasn’t your fault,” she said, her tone almost pleading. “None of it was. We... The things we did to you... You didn’t have a choice. You were a prisoner, a victim.”

“Yes.” Perdia clasped her hands lightly against her knee. “I was. And so were you, Zannah.”

“Not... Not as I remember it,” the older woman rasped, ears folding flat to her skull. “I have... her memories. Her feelings. She enjoyed what she did, reveled in it. Khal’Saad... He was her god.” A shudder wracked the vixen’s slender frame. “And she’s still part of me,” Zannah finished bleakly.

“But she isn’t you,” the feline said softly. "Not now."

“She was. For years, she was all that defined me.” Zannah shook her head. “You can’t... Can’t know what it’s like... It’s... Having another person in your mind who is you, wholly, yet isn’t. I can’t simply pick and choose the less-horrible parts of her. M-Malys is the razor edge of my own sanity.” She stumbled over the hated name, rubbing at the back of her neck almost convulsively. Her hood had fallen back, and distress was clearly written across the vixen’s features. Tucked in the vixen’s free arm, Jenna had gone very still, watching her mother with a gaze that was almost contemplative, an odd look for a child so young.

“Nor can any of us pick and choose our memories at will so that we might forget where we came from, what we have endured, to become those whom we are.” Perdia sighed. “No matter how much we may wish to do so. If we did...Etain is right. When we choose to forget our pasts, we also eliminate our futures.” She nodded toward Jenna. “The things you have endured are terrible beyond measure, but the gifts you have been given are...” She shook her head. “You wouldn’t want to give those up, would you?”

“Never.” The response was instant, the vixen's arm tightening around her child. “But I fear what I might be capable of if they were threatened.” Zannah ran a hand over her face.

“We all do.” Perdia looked away, shadows of lingering pain washing out from her.

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Scanner BUTCHERED this. Lots of the contrast is gone, but, eh, what can I do? Some pieces just don't scan as well as we'd like.

My half of a trade with the awesome Zannah featuring Perdia, Zannah, and her little cub, Jenna in the Star Wars universe. Perdia and Zannah are around the age of 40 whereas little Jenna is almost a full year old at this point.

Done with prismcolor markers, copic markers, micron pens, brush pen, and white gel pen on bristol.

Go here to see Zannah's half of the trade so far! [link]

Zannah and Jenna belong to Zannah.
Perdia belongs to Perdi.
Star Wars and all canon material belongs to George Lucas and his creative team.
Artwork is mine.