The wolf seemed eager to kill, swinging his large lightsaber around in front of him in a figure eight pattern with a quick flick of his wrist. But for now, he held back the blood lust, his dilated pupils examining the unknown creature before him. The Worgian raised his chin arrogantly, looking down at him from over his snout as he replied,"I am true Sith, not a rank and file Confederate acolyte weakling or craven witch conspirator."
The Worgian pulled his lips back and let out another short, annoyed growl at the alien's inquisitive nature,"And I am not here for you to stare at and ponder." Like a dog pulling on the end of a chain, his self control over his rage seemed to be just enough to keep him from outright attacking Dravis. Perhaps Mirvak's curiosity gave that chain a bit more strength than usual. "Who are you? A pawn, or a master?"
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