The planet Iferetes was an oddity to many like the one who'd come on business. A society that was a mix of the medieval ages of old and yet still had enough advanced technology to be counted among the rest of the galaxy as developed; though some would say under developed. Regardless there was someone here whom had been given a price upon his head. A criminal who hid among the people in order to escape the justice so due to him for his crimes. This man could hide from the galaxy but he could not hide from his own shadow, the very shadow that hunted him now.
Having found him in one of the cities on the planet the shadow stalked him in the day, finding his hiding area in the night. All throughout the day she did not let her presence be know, at least not fully. Her scare tactics were able to instill a sense of being followed which soon became a mix of paranoia. The man would almost always be glancing over his shoulder as he went about his day. It had come to a point where he could not think straight without seeing some cloaked figure in his view. Ah yes, fear of what was after him became apparent to all.
Eventually, when night fell, the criminal returned to his home. Locking it tightly and arming himself to the teeth. He wanted nothing or no one getting in or out. Blaster aimed at the front door the entire time he brought a chair to sit and wait. The windows were rigid with alarms and the only way in without making a sound was the front door, which he had covered. His eyes were glued upon it for hour upon hour, never even so much as blinking. for more than a few minutes. Sweat began to soak every part of his body, he knowing that this thing, this creature of darkness, would make its strike tonight. And yet, by the time it reached past midnight nothing had come.
As the man began to calm thinking to himself his own insanity, he did not hear or see the silent shadow standing behind him. Reaching down a single sharp claw streaked across the man's throat, opening it for the crimson liquid of his blood to spill out. With his dieing gasps of life the man watched as the shadow stood before him now, two piercing yellow-like snake eyes looking into his. To the man this was death, not a skeletal specter, but a cloaked demon with yellow eyes. A woman who revealed her face at the last moment of his life slipped away.
With this killed confirmed Rozala looked over what she'd done, taking it all in silently.
@Arthur David Hardrada
Having found him in one of the cities on the planet the shadow stalked him in the day, finding his hiding area in the night. All throughout the day she did not let her presence be know, at least not fully. Her scare tactics were able to instill a sense of being followed which soon became a mix of paranoia. The man would almost always be glancing over his shoulder as he went about his day. It had come to a point where he could not think straight without seeing some cloaked figure in his view. Ah yes, fear of what was after him became apparent to all.
Eventually, when night fell, the criminal returned to his home. Locking it tightly and arming himself to the teeth. He wanted nothing or no one getting in or out. Blaster aimed at the front door the entire time he brought a chair to sit and wait. The windows were rigid with alarms and the only way in without making a sound was the front door, which he had covered. His eyes were glued upon it for hour upon hour, never even so much as blinking. for more than a few minutes. Sweat began to soak every part of his body, he knowing that this thing, this creature of darkness, would make its strike tonight. And yet, by the time it reached past midnight nothing had come.
As the man began to calm thinking to himself his own insanity, he did not hear or see the silent shadow standing behind him. Reaching down a single sharp claw streaked across the man's throat, opening it for the crimson liquid of his blood to spill out. With his dieing gasps of life the man watched as the shadow stood before him now, two piercing yellow-like snake eyes looking into his. To the man this was death, not a skeletal specter, but a cloaked demon with yellow eyes. A woman who revealed her face at the last moment of his life slipped away.
With this killed confirmed Rozala looked over what she'd done, taking it all in silently.
@Arthur David Hardrada