The young Padawan stepped out on to the planet of Toydaria, the hot, humid air assaulting his senses as he did so, Draven muttered to himself, "I have really got to stop going to swamp planets." Even though he had about had his share of the hot humid air already, Draven could still find something to peak his curiosity, the insects which buzzed over and around him in particular interested him, but that was not why he was here.
He had been sent to investigate rumors of some sort of artifact, and that was all it was, rumors. No real evidence had been found of these artifacts, but he had nothing better to do at that particular moment, so he decided to pay the planet a visit. The Padawan had been careful to find a dry patch of land to set up camp on, quickly putting down his sturdy little tent and beginning to go about cutting fire wood. He ignited one of his purple sabers, slicing through the wood like butter, and after a hour or two of this, he returned to the little clearing he had made for himself. The Padawan rolled out his bed roll, and found a small shovel amongst his gear, beginning to dig out a fireplace he delved deep into his own thoughts. His home, his slavery were at the forefront of his mind, tormenting the eighteen year old mercilessly. Due to the rippling, intense heat, and lack of anyone there allowed Draven to slowly take his shirt off, something he did not do often. Dark, ripped shaped scars ran along his back all over. It seemed like more scar than skin at that point, his chest had multiple deep indentions where he had been burned, and finally, in the indented area where his abs met his pectoral muscles, was a brand. It was a deep, it looked more scratched in than anything, as if someone had cut a D into his skin with a burning sword.
Draven let out a deep sigh of relief, it felt nice to just be himself, just the loss of his shirt was so freeing, it made him snicker, then go back to digging. By the time the sun had started to set, he was gleaming with sweat, whipcord muscles, swollen and well worked, and spiked hair drooping a bit. The Padawan finished up the fire pit, and as night came on, started a roaring fire, the humid air turning surprisingly chilly, as it rippled through the sparsely forested area. The bugs which had plagued the teen since he had landed, were nowhere to be found now, as the air currents swept them away, leaving him alone with his fire. Draven looked up at the sparkling stars and laid back on his bed roll thinking to himself, "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."
Edited by Draven Dursden, 07 January 2018 - 05:02 PM.