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Have you ever hunted a Nexu?

Sven Talith

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Sven sat high up within the branches of a massive tree, in his hand was a large knights the blade curving backwards and the tip almost brushing against his arm. His eyes darted back and forth across the forest floor, scanning for any sort of movement. The Emperor's son looked coldly ahead of himself, yet there seemed to be a certain...calmness surrounding him. He let out a quiet breath as he looked up from the forest floor and into the tree's. This wasn't Kashyyyk of course, the most famous of the forest worlds within the galaxy.

No this was Cholganna, a world populated with perhaps one of the most famous beasts in the galaxy. Cholganna was home to the Nexu, the strange Feline creatures that were known throughout the galaxies sectors for the aggressiveness and ability to kill. Sven was here to hunt one, not for any particular reason but just because he liked the thought of the challenge.

Sven was here to relax, and that was it. The past few weeks had been rather hard on him. He had come here into the galaxy, to find his Father not only alive but Emperor. That alone sparked confusion in him. He really had no idea what to make of this situation, and of course Sable being Sable...well she couldn't really help him when it came to these kinds of things. Sven loved her that was for sure, but to her Moridin being alive was perhaps the greatest thing to ever happen. To him...not so much.

The Emperor's son shrugged slightly to himself, pushing thoughts out of his mind and back towards the hunt. He was going to nab himself a Nexu, and then he was going to eat it and enjoy his time away from all the Sith even if that meant being away from Sable.
 
Zangoff crept through the thick bushes silently. The forest floor was a dangerous place to be with the nexu roaming around, but he liked it that way. He stayed in his spot for a while, waiting for one of the savage beasts to come his way. When one did, he would give it a whole new meaning to the word pain. He made a mental check of his supplies: Poison, check. Hunting knife, check. Backup pistols and ammo, obviously, he carried them everywhere. Now came the fun part, the wait.
 

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