Tiland paused on the hilltop, looking out over the plains. They were peaceful here. Safe. No Dark Side within the vicinity to try to lure him from his rigidity, promising power and freedom, promising to make him whomever he wished to be. The cost? His soul. Everything he had ever worked for. The respect of those he once knew, but now had joined the Force. It would cost him his mind, corrupting the knowledge stored within, meant for healing and life, into implements of torture and pain, elevating himself above others as some sort of god to rule over others. He had no desire for that. It was everything wrong with his species and why, even now, he avoided Anzat and his kind as best he could.
He paused. There was someone up ahead. Young human, by the looks of him, and somewhat Force sensitive. Hunger jabbed at him, and he opened himself up to the Force, letting it ease the urgings and pain, driving the need away. He should go. He shouldn't even be here. Too many sentients dwelled here. Too tempting.
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