Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
Coruscant, Sith Temple
Evening
A single figure stood at one of the windows that lined the Sith Temple, a building that had been erected upon the same land as the former Jedi Temple when the Sith had conquered Coruscant, claiming it as their own, a building that served as a symbol of the dominance and power of both the Sith and the Darkness that they embodied. The Temple was built out of dark metal spires that reached up towards the upper atmosphere and the void beyond it.
The figure standing at the window was staring down at the sight of the city planet as evening began to descend on that time zone with an unblinking, orange gaze. Even as the sun that Coruscant rotated around began to dip beyond the horizon, casting harsh rays of low lying light across the building of the upper layers of the planet, the activity of the populous was not decreasing as it did on many of the other planets that filled the galaxy, instead the amount of streaks of lights that were the speeders rushing through the designated lanes was unchanging as the light pollution given off my the uncountable amount of buildings combated the oncoming blackness of night.
Shifting his weight slightly, the heavy robe that the figure wore also shifted, briefly exposing the interior of the hood to one o the sun's final rays, illuminating the face. During the brief moment that the face was exposed, a heavily scared face was revealed. The mess of scars ran across the entirety of the face, making it seems as if a blind man had attempted to carve a face out of wood but had instead created a mockery of one covered in the slips of the knife, however the majority of them were gathered around the right side of his face, particularly the empty right eye socket. Two black tattoos wound their way up from underneath the chin, following the arc of the cheekbones. Six tattoos crawled their way from the bridge of the nose, three on either side, one stopped bellow the eye sockets while the other two wove their way toward the temple. The top tattoo had a branch reach from it across the forehead, following the hair line. In the middle of the forehead, two tattoos formed an inverted triangle.
After turning on the spot to face the door behind him, the figure stood still once more waiting for the woman he was expecting to arrive and letting the heavy robe settle once more, concealing the revealed bare and claw tipped feet that were covered in only the smallest amount of cloth wraps. When the robe had shifted once more, the hands of the figure had been exposed. Both of them, one biological the other mechanical, were wrapped around the handle of a polished wooden cane, the biological hand gripping the wood hard enough that his knuckles had turned white.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]