"I'm sorry, I don't know any better I don't know how to control these...These urges." He would say softly to the lifeless corpse in front of him. His eyes would flash from blue to brown. His claws would recede back into his hands. His hunger had been quenched. Every time he took a life, he felt guilty, he wasn't supposed to kill people, he was supposed to save them. He rose from the ground and wiped his face, the tears were gone now. The teen tried to rub out some of the wrinkles on his tee shirt. His sabre hung at his side. He had only used it once or twice in a battle situation.
He walked out of the alleyway, flipping the collar on his shirt to block the bite that turned him. October started to walk down the street, he hated Coruscant, too many people, too many smells, too man things that could throw him off or into some rage.
He pushed through a crowd, keeping his gaze down until he found a small diner. "Time to find a way off this forsaken planet." He would mutter to himself softly as he entered and sat at an empty booth.
The waitress walked over to him, he smiled, she asked what he wanted. "Sorry, I'm not too hungry, but I'll take a water..." The woman nodded and walked to make him water.
[member="Anika Nygaard"]
He walked out of the alleyway, flipping the collar on his shirt to block the bite that turned him. October started to walk down the street, he hated Coruscant, too many people, too many smells, too man things that could throw him off or into some rage.
He pushed through a crowd, keeping his gaze down until he found a small diner. "Time to find a way off this forsaken planet." He would mutter to himself softly as he entered and sat at an empty booth.
The waitress walked over to him, he smiled, she asked what he wanted. "Sorry, I'm not too hungry, but I'll take a water..." The woman nodded and walked to make him water.
[member="Anika Nygaard"]