Lord of Girth
A young man walked alone on the streets of Courscant. All he had on him was a jacket that covered a hoodie and a T-shirt, jeans that were faded to the point where almost all of the deep blue had faded to become a grey. He wore work boots that covered his feet, but the cuts of leather showed that they had been well used. On his back was a tan and black bookbag that was stuffed with all that he owned. Even now people just thought of him as a lonely student at some school here on Courscant. He wasn't though He was a freak of nature, I was that young man.
Inside that bag were spare clothes, some credits, and my wings. Yes I said wings. Black feathered wings that had grown on me. I could pull them into by back for the most part, but the rest stuck out between my shoulder blades only by inches. my bookbag covered the scars of my life. Here I was alone, even if I was a Shadow for the empire that had rescued me. I rather like to live alone, only to be called when needed.
Between my back and the brown material was a sheath that held a very light and agile blade used only by me. It was just about the only line of defense that I had. Even more so, I knew nothing of this force. But still I chose to live alone. Walking down the streets I came to a light that showed a orange stop hand. Everybody else stopped while I walked. Keeping my head down, the speeders weaved around me blaring their horns or shouting curses at me. Really all I cared for was getting to a place where I could take a load off.
Walking up to a run down hotel, I walked up the five steps to the door and opened it. Inside people were talking about dinner dates, times to meet, or a place to stay. Walking past all of them I went into the lobby and saw a couch off to the side. I looked like a drunkard as I swung my body around to walk towards the chair where I let my body plop down crushing the cushion with my weight. and yet I may have looked tired I was not.
I seemed to have sat there for hours, people looking at me with a single glance then moving on. It was probably best that they did, because I wouldn't talk to them. Only time would tell of what would happen to me in his city-planet.
Inside that bag were spare clothes, some credits, and my wings. Yes I said wings. Black feathered wings that had grown on me. I could pull them into by back for the most part, but the rest stuck out between my shoulder blades only by inches. my bookbag covered the scars of my life. Here I was alone, even if I was a Shadow for the empire that had rescued me. I rather like to live alone, only to be called when needed.
Between my back and the brown material was a sheath that held a very light and agile blade used only by me. It was just about the only line of defense that I had. Even more so, I knew nothing of this force. But still I chose to live alone. Walking down the streets I came to a light that showed a orange stop hand. Everybody else stopped while I walked. Keeping my head down, the speeders weaved around me blaring their horns or shouting curses at me. Really all I cared for was getting to a place where I could take a load off.
Walking up to a run down hotel, I walked up the five steps to the door and opened it. Inside people were talking about dinner dates, times to meet, or a place to stay. Walking past all of them I went into the lobby and saw a couch off to the side. I looked like a drunkard as I swung my body around to walk towards the chair where I let my body plop down crushing the cushion with my weight. and yet I may have looked tired I was not.
I seemed to have sat there for hours, people looking at me with a single glance then moving on. It was probably best that they did, because I wouldn't talk to them. Only time would tell of what would happen to me in his city-planet.