Maleus
Character
Taris. The land of misfortune. The defined Zabrak known as Maleus sat over a rock in deep meditation. Images of his past returned like a vivid dream. He was forced to relive every painstaking moment of his existence following his decision to become a Sith. There was pain in his heart but inside of that hole there was power. Where there was sadness there was also happiness in proving his strength.
Yes, everything started with power. So too did everything end. So, he had finally reached the finale of his past. He could see his gloved hand reaching to snuff out Tugoro's life, only to loosen his hold and spare him. Nothing followed after.
"What do these messages mean? I've never understood them.. They are nothing more than childish nightmares fueled by my inadequacy."
Grayed lips curled into a thin smile.
He would remain seated against the broken skies of Taris.
[member="Krest"]
Yes, everything started with power. So too did everything end. So, he had finally reached the finale of his past. He could see his gloved hand reaching to snuff out Tugoro's life, only to loosen his hold and spare him. Nothing followed after.
"What do these messages mean? I've never understood them.. They are nothing more than childish nightmares fueled by my inadequacy."
Grayed lips curled into a thin smile.
He would remain seated against the broken skies of Taris.
[member="Krest"]