An Exile, A Believer, And A Traitor x2

[Via Dolorosa]

Truth, when spoken properly, feels like rusted jagged nails down the back of false believers; each scratch digging deeper and further into the flesh. Sith is not just a name, nor is it a title for the galaxy to fear. No, a Sith, a real and true Sith, is willing to see the grand picture; picking out the flaws while defending the art all in the same breath. That is what the galaxy should fear; a Sith with a conscience. Not a Sith that swallows the juice of brutality.​

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Changes were needed, a different philosophy to uphold, or even different a aspect on the galaxy was in order. Whatever the reasoning, or behind the scenes intervention; one thing was clear, the queen from the swamp needed to be re-educated. Not by those that deep-throated the One Sith mantra; or stood bent over gripping ankles while their Dark Lord gently infused them with is understanding of the Darkside of the Force.​

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When the realization came to her, the queen from the swamps knew that the One Sith had used her; her only regret was that she didn't kill them outright, defecating into their skulls. Luckily for her, she had friends that could grip her by the throat and direct her down the right path of explicit passion. One was an exile that could teach her the truth. One was a believer in the exile. And she, herself, was a traitor; along with another.​

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Together, with their apprentices and a sister, could shape the galaxy were all Sith would be feared. Not because they were Sith, but because they were REAL Sith.​

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[member="Darth Zarrah"] l [member="Darth Veles"] l [member="Darth Mudrac"]​

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

With a smile Nulgath approached from the open right corner, his appearance tainted by the darkside and hood over his head to hide his new looks. He was summoned it seemed to, well he was unsure for what but whatever it was he looked forward to it. [member="Darth Venefica"] was branded a traitor and now she knew how that felt. The Epicanthix grinned as he knew One Sith was still clowning around trying to figure out who sabotaged the Temple of Pain. In time they would realized who the puppet master was, but not today.
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" Hello Dearie! How are you this fine day?" he greeted her with a slight bow.

[member="Darth Zarrah"]
[member="Darth Veles"]