Hira Mitsae
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
It was getting dark outside and Serock could feel the lingering sensation of the heat, slowly boiling his blood. He was not made for this planet, that much was for sure. It took him a lot of will and effort to keep his bodies temperature beneath his optimum temperature. From all the people he had met on his travels it was a Mandalorian who had thought him the meditation technique which he used now to survive on this boiling rock of doom.
Serock could not understand how anyone could live here, the stench, the sickening warmth and even worse blatant thieves roaming the street. He had already killed two vagabonds who were stupid enough to invoke his wrath. But there was nothing to worry now, they had figured out he was not an easy target. They would stay clear from him now. Or they would sent some thugs to interrupt his drink, either of the options suited him.
The cantina he sat in was dirty. Dirty and filled with common lowlife scum. Cutthroats, scaliwags and spice-addicted gamblers; every single one of them had forgotten the meaning of the word honor. Just like him, he deserved this place and he would wait until it would consume him.
"Another one, bartender and do not keep me waiting. You know what happened with the last idiot who did that."
He would get one last drink and then get some sleep. Maybe two drinks..
@Josiah Denko
Serock could not understand how anyone could live here, the stench, the sickening warmth and even worse blatant thieves roaming the street. He had already killed two vagabonds who were stupid enough to invoke his wrath. But there was nothing to worry now, they had figured out he was not an easy target. They would stay clear from him now. Or they would sent some thugs to interrupt his drink, either of the options suited him.
The cantina he sat in was dirty. Dirty and filled with common lowlife scum. Cutthroats, scaliwags and spice-addicted gamblers; every single one of them had forgotten the meaning of the word honor. Just like him, he deserved this place and he would wait until it would consume him.
"Another one, bartender and do not keep me waiting. You know what happened with the last idiot who did that."
He would get one last drink and then get some sleep. Maybe two drinks..
@Josiah Denko