Keepin Corellia Weird
Julius wasn't right. Nothing felt right anymore, especially after the last few fights. The tighter he clung and harder he tried, the more things spun out of his control. The stronger he became, the faster, the smarter.... None of it seemed to matter. Friends died or drifted away. Things happened he never intended, and slowly the Green Jedi became a man he wouldn't have recognized. In none of the alternate timelines seared into his brain from the incident with Flow Walking did this happen... But the more he persisted, the further from the Light he drifted, each time with a justifiable excuse. Each time with a large step than the last.
He was in danger, truth be told, and nothing much was going to save him. Some level of him, some part of his rational mind still not clouded in doubt and fear, recognized that danger. So he had fled the Galaxy at large after Kal'Shebbol and his descent into butchery there, to hide from the reality of what he had become for a moment. To escape the beast lurking at the center of his heart that was more real than any fear or anger, and in part all the more real than those perhaps because of them. Empowered by them as it were.
Sitting in the carven alcove above the main gate, he rested his head in the shade of it as the mid-day sun of the black sand desert beat into his brow. Perspiration ran across the short sandy hair, and blue-grey eyes were closed in a pained expression in the heat. No weapons rested in the perch with him, just his faithful tailring Nilsavshelo, a dark scaled and furred little beast that had taken exception to him since the moment he had unearthed the old Guardian Academy. And he waited. For what, or when, or who he did not know... But he waited.
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He was in danger, truth be told, and nothing much was going to save him. Some level of him, some part of his rational mind still not clouded in doubt and fear, recognized that danger. So he had fled the Galaxy at large after Kal'Shebbol and his descent into butchery there, to hide from the reality of what he had become for a moment. To escape the beast lurking at the center of his heart that was more real than any fear or anger, and in part all the more real than those perhaps because of them. Empowered by them as it were.
Sitting in the carven alcove above the main gate, he rested his head in the shade of it as the mid-day sun of the black sand desert beat into his brow. Perspiration ran across the short sandy hair, and blue-grey eyes were closed in a pained expression in the heat. No weapons rested in the perch with him, just his faithful tailring Nilsavshelo, a dark scaled and furred little beast that had taken exception to him since the moment he had unearthed the old Guardian Academy. And he waited. For what, or when, or who he did not know... But he waited.
[member="Darron Wraith"]