Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Gherron sat by a lake overlooking the sunset of Naboo, wrestling with himself. He'd been going out of his mind lately, and he hated it. It was only a matter of time before the next fit began, and he figured that coming somewhere peaceful like Naboo would probably be his best chance at preventing it. He knew it was inevitable however. The wound would continue to affect him, the poison within running strong. He hadn't shaven in days, and his normal stubble was beginning to look ragged. He didn't risk looking at his chest, but he knew it was getting worse. Normally, he would have told someone about it long before it got this bad, but something deep within him prevented him from doing so. The problem would only get worse. Sighing softly, he looked down at the water, utterly depressed. Whether it was the poison affecting his emotions again, or it was just himself, he didn't know, but the fact was that he had just then fallen into a deep depression of sadness. Maybe he could get a drink somewhere... Wait, he didn't drink. Well, there was a first for everything...
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