The lush foliage of the Palace courtyard was a stark contrast to the barren terrain surrounding the residence of the Queens of Rattatak. In a place full of cragged peaks and deep canyons, all of a ribald red rock, colors of life were a strange sight. Scarce anything could grow in the arid climate, with its harsh, unyielding soil. Yet, the Queens took great care to cultivate their private grounds wherein they could find some semblance of otherworldly beauty, foreign to the grand, yet mostly bland planet.
Amidst flowers, hedges, and grass, a figure watched from the shadows as evening drew upon Rattatak. Shadows loomed long beneath moon's wan light, filling the place with a kind of haunting mystique that left the very air breathless. Mikhail closed his eyes and drank in the invigorating beams of the night's celestial bodies. Power flooded his veins, not born of the Force but of the alien blood which flowed through him. With eyes closed, standing amidst the deepening shadows of a hedge, Mikhail listened to the soft beat of nearby heart. The steady rhythm sung a symphony to his desires and he let loose a shuddering breath.
He opened his eyes. They glowed with a soft, pale blue light, as of moon and stars upon a glacier of ice. He blinked slowly, drawing in another breath. He could smell her scent, her blood. The hunger burned within him.
Mikhail Shorn came to Rattatak because it proved a safe haven from the long arms of those who sought to end him. Even in the Federation of the Fringe there were many who would rather see him dead. But there was a duel purpose for his presence here.
The starlight walker waited until his prey passed before him, then came his voice, loud in the quiet of the night.
"Boo."
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]
Amidst flowers, hedges, and grass, a figure watched from the shadows as evening drew upon Rattatak. Shadows loomed long beneath moon's wan light, filling the place with a kind of haunting mystique that left the very air breathless. Mikhail closed his eyes and drank in the invigorating beams of the night's celestial bodies. Power flooded his veins, not born of the Force but of the alien blood which flowed through him. With eyes closed, standing amidst the deepening shadows of a hedge, Mikhail listened to the soft beat of nearby heart. The steady rhythm sung a symphony to his desires and he let loose a shuddering breath.
He opened his eyes. They glowed with a soft, pale blue light, as of moon and stars upon a glacier of ice. He blinked slowly, drawing in another breath. He could smell her scent, her blood. The hunger burned within him.
Mikhail Shorn came to Rattatak because it proved a safe haven from the long arms of those who sought to end him. Even in the Federation of the Fringe there were many who would rather see him dead. But there was a duel purpose for his presence here.
The starlight walker waited until his prey passed before him, then came his voice, loud in the quiet of the night.
"Boo."
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]