Perfectionist
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| Somewhere on Dagobah |
There was a dark presence in the force. Close. He felt it, as if it were a light shining towards him from miles apart. He had to follow his instincts, somewhat curious, somewhat insane. He was fully aware that whatever he was making his way towards was not going to be friendly, or... atleast good. Though, this wasn't something he wasn't used to. This encounter was in-between his training, he knew a little bit about the force but no where near enough to go against a Sith Lord.
Though, the young creature leaped through the forest at an amazing rate because of his small stature he could easily traverse through the thick bush. He felt the energy growing stronger and stronger, it was as if he was following a compass of sorts, leading towards the goal. To encounter this strong source of darkside energy. It was until he reached an old set of ruins, which seemingly looked as if they were ancient having a foreign language carved onto the stone. A ritual of sorts. The energy was close, almost as if it were right on top of him, he turned his beaming red eyes around almost like an owl, searching for it's prey. Though, for this encounter he was the prey.
A soft exhale would leave the mouth of Phax. Before a quiet laugh, which slowly merged into a loud cackle. Then, his lips opened quietly and a few almost spine-shattering words left.
"Here, I know you are. Friends, we can be. Yes, hmmm... do you want to be friends?"
He awaited patiently for a response, pouncing up to a tree and sitting upon it as if it were a perch.
| [member="Darth Seraphic"] |