Marcad
Another Snake
His poor sense of directions was what brought him here to this mystical place in the Galaxy. Wouldn’t say Cularin had the best connection to the Force, but it certainly was amongst planets with that raw connection. The Zabrak could feel it even before turbulence when entering its atmosphere. It didn’t side with the Light or Dark, making it an optimal place for those no matter their spectrums to sit amongst the trees and strengthen themselves in the Force.
But Aekru was not here to meditate and develop his skills in the Force. He didn’t know what it was or just couldn’t describe it, but he was drawn here for prey. If not guided here, he’d stop be wondering the abyss of space until his feet touched the terrain of another planet. Was it the Force or his guts? Or maybe both?
To hell with philosophies and religions, he was not a monk to evaluate these questions for an almighty answer. Though he did have answer for what he sought for was here.
”Lead me to what I seek.”
He gave full confidence to himself and perhaps the Force. He avoided the large settlements of Cularin as what he looked for was not in the urban environment. No, what he sought for was one to hide themselves in the bounties of nature and practice their disgusting magic. He had studied them and most of the time he always found them sheltering themselves in a planet’s nature.
The Zabrak walked between the trees of the beautiful rain forest that made up Cularin, hoping to find his prey. What exactly he was looking for? Why nothing more or less than a witch of Dathomir. A group of people he despised with a passion, and his hatred could perhaps be detected by the witch if there was any. Malice and cruel vengeance were odors that a Force User could get a whiff of, it was what led one to the first steps in the Dark Side of the Force.
He has no desire to become a pawn to that side of the Force. He was much rather occupied in how he was to terminate this fiend that he swore to destroy in every sister of Dathomir.
[member="Jenmae Ophiro"]
But Aekru was not here to meditate and develop his skills in the Force. He didn’t know what it was or just couldn’t describe it, but he was drawn here for prey. If not guided here, he’d stop be wondering the abyss of space until his feet touched the terrain of another planet. Was it the Force or his guts? Or maybe both?
To hell with philosophies and religions, he was not a monk to evaluate these questions for an almighty answer. Though he did have answer for what he sought for was here.
”Lead me to what I seek.”
He gave full confidence to himself and perhaps the Force. He avoided the large settlements of Cularin as what he looked for was not in the urban environment. No, what he sought for was one to hide themselves in the bounties of nature and practice their disgusting magic. He had studied them and most of the time he always found them sheltering themselves in a planet’s nature.
The Zabrak walked between the trees of the beautiful rain forest that made up Cularin, hoping to find his prey. What exactly he was looking for? Why nothing more or less than a witch of Dathomir. A group of people he despised with a passion, and his hatred could perhaps be detected by the witch if there was any. Malice and cruel vengeance were odors that a Force User could get a whiff of, it was what led one to the first steps in the Dark Side of the Force.
He has no desire to become a pawn to that side of the Force. He was much rather occupied in how he was to terminate this fiend that he swore to destroy in every sister of Dathomir.
[member="Jenmae Ophiro"]