Grace Darkson
G O R G O N
There was more to being a Sith than simple combat training. And to a woman like Grace, that meant that she would have to teach a lot more than just how to wield the force. Philosophy, history, tradition, they all needed to be learned before one could truly harness the Dark Side. But there was a slight problem.
[member="Jack Anderson"] would care for none of it.
She stood in the darkness of the Nightlands, a wild where anything went. In the corner of her vision, a pair of red eyes glared out of the shadows. Was that the creature itself, or perhaps the totem, mad at her for breaking their lines between the pacts. It could be as mad as it wanted. She was here to teach the man she had known for so long about the Force.
She would wait, a small campfire to ward off the darkness. When he got there, she would be sitting there, studying the fire.
[member="Jack Anderson"] would care for none of it.
She stood in the darkness of the Nightlands, a wild where anything went. In the corner of her vision, a pair of red eyes glared out of the shadows. Was that the creature itself, or perhaps the totem, mad at her for breaking their lines between the pacts. It could be as mad as it wanted. She was here to teach the man she had known for so long about the Force.
She would wait, a small campfire to ward off the darkness. When he got there, she would be sitting there, studying the fire.
