Empty Promise
On one of the more temperate worlds of the Fringe, Faenrovon lay curled up on a starfighter platform, staring into the starlit skies. They reminded him of Arkania, when he would sneak out with his brood from the mines upon the frozen tundra and try to get a glimpse of the starry night. But now he was the last.
He felt so alone in the universe. A great hollowness rent his chest, usually filled with a burning rage, but now sorrow flooded into his torn heart.
The mournful beast sighed, a puff of smoke rising from his nostrils.
@[member="Darth Arcis"]
He felt so alone in the universe. A great hollowness rent his chest, usually filled with a burning rage, but now sorrow flooded into his torn heart.
The mournful beast sighed, a puff of smoke rising from his nostrils.
@[member="Darth Arcis"]