Theta H'darr
ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇssʏ
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[member="Darth Ferus"]
Meris III was nothing compared to Tatooine. Unlike the desert planet, Meris III had trees. She'd only been on the planet for a day or two, and it already mesmerised Theta H'darr. If only she could stay forever. So remote- so quiet-.
Theta sat up silently from her temporary bed. It wasn't much, but the knapsack was better than nothing. Theta scratched the back of her head, looking into the woods beyond. It seemed like the only things she could really do- besides the traditional walk in the woods and checking horribly made snares.
This was the life of an escaped slave. Running, surviving off of whatever he or she could manage. It was worse than cleaning every day. That's what others would have thought, but this was a dream for Theta. She loved it, minus the constant moving. She never knew when a bounty hunter was lurking around the corner.
Theta sheepishly rolled from her sitting position, and lazily started picking up her things. Her knapsack was small, holding everything she'd ever need. Some money, One or two medical bandages, and some blaster ammo. Everything else she'd picked up and stolen was weapon related. Not that it was much, just a hand blaster, a knife or two, and a Small Mandalorian Beskad.
Picking up whatever she had, Theta finished up cleaning up her camp by stomping out the small fire she'd made, and turned to walk into the woods. "I better go check those snares. I'm getting hungry.." She said to herself. She sounded tired, which she was.
As of now this is an experiment thread for my character. If your interested, just hop on in. Make it or Break it I guess XD
[member="Darth Ferus"]
Meris III was nothing compared to Tatooine. Unlike the desert planet, Meris III had trees. She'd only been on the planet for a day or two, and it already mesmerised Theta H'darr. If only she could stay forever. So remote- so quiet-.
Theta sat up silently from her temporary bed. It wasn't much, but the knapsack was better than nothing. Theta scratched the back of her head, looking into the woods beyond. It seemed like the only things she could really do- besides the traditional walk in the woods and checking horribly made snares.
This was the life of an escaped slave. Running, surviving off of whatever he or she could manage. It was worse than cleaning every day. That's what others would have thought, but this was a dream for Theta. She loved it, minus the constant moving. She never knew when a bounty hunter was lurking around the corner.
Theta sheepishly rolled from her sitting position, and lazily started picking up her things. Her knapsack was small, holding everything she'd ever need. Some money, One or two medical bandages, and some blaster ammo. Everything else she'd picked up and stolen was weapon related. Not that it was much, just a hand blaster, a knife or two, and a Small Mandalorian Beskad.
Picking up whatever she had, Theta finished up cleaning up her camp by stomping out the small fire she'd made, and turned to walk into the woods. "I better go check those snares. I'm getting hungry.." She said to herself. She sounded tired, which she was.