Feral?

[Dezoti]

Another day on Echoy'la. It had been a month since the Zabrak came to the Mandalorian Empire in an effort to become a Mandalorian. So far? Nothing. It was surprisingly hard to join the clans. Maybe he wasn't putting enough effort behind finding one. Then again, he didn't even know where to start. Krest spent this day just wandering. What else could he do?

He was clad in just some normal mercenary garb with his sword on his waist. Never leave home without a weapon. Not that he had a home now that he thought of it. The Zabrak slept in the forest or in a hotel. It wasn't difficult to live in the woods, but sometimes he got cold and just wanted a warm place to sleep.

What was he looking for? Something to do. Would he find it?

Knowing the past month, probably not.

[member="Mór-rioghain"]

 

[Mór-rioghain]

It wasn't hard for one to blend in with the shadows when they really wanted to. Is was even easier for Mór-ríoghain to slip past the guards assigned to her by her mother. A tedious by product of slowly being driven insane by the bloody visions that drove the young woman insane. It wasn't very long before she grew tired of being coddled and kept under key. An escape was executed with perfect planning, a distraction placed so that she could slip out before being noticed..


She should of know her mother would have shadows following her, if bulky guards from the man she learned to be her father couldn't keep an eye on her then she should of known her mother would employ those of more discreet tactics. What her mother failed to realize, she has a weird sixth sense, she was delving into those visions and piecing together slowly how they came about and what triggered them. She learned with concentration she could see small brief glimpses of what was to come.


Darting through the various streets, the fiery haired woman would come to one of the main streets, hazel hues glancing around in an attempt to spot the tedious shadow's that thought she wouldn't notice they followed her. Glancing around, her attention would soon be drawn to the curious looking person walking around. Darting forward, the female would come to stand in front of him.


"It appears that you're not from around here.. An outsider looking in Mayhaps?" Softly spoken, the girl would level eerie hues upon the person before her, a slightly crazed yet puzzled look shimmering within the depths of those haunted Hazel hues.



[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

A hand instantly went down to the blade on his waist as he felt something rush over to him. Always on edge. But once [member="Mór-rioghain"] came into view and didn't try to mug him he let out the breath he had been holding in. At this point in time Krest really didn't want to fight this time. His hand fell away from the blade, resting back at his side. "You could say that kid. Though, what are you doing running up to random people? Is there anything I can help you with?"