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Adeline Noctua
The Son of Darkness walked the streets of the Capital. He had encountered various strains of the Sith, each had its fancies, some desired power in the traditional sense, others knowledge, and still others technological advancements to lord it over others. The game was find your click, your clan and join in. The problem is Anak did not fit in, power for power’s sake did not appeal, and knowledge was a frail mistress, all it took was one revelation to make her fall. No what this Son of Darkness was drawn to was the rush, the fever and rage. Having The Dark Side flood his veins and make him feel “in control.” It did not matter if at times it was an illusion, what matter was The Feeling. Anak was uncertain if this would be accepted among the Sith. He had studied Lord Nihilus, Lord of Hunger, and felt him a kindred spirit. The only thing was Anak wanted to remain in control of his hunger.
It was at this moment he came to an alleyway and entered. There he found corpses of Dock Workers, he examined the necks which had two punctures, like holes the size of teeth. He had seen strange things in The Unknown Regions, Azanti who fed on brains like Soup, but there holes where not side by side. Something or someone elas had done this. There was suddenly a stir, like the clap of wings above. Anak looked up to the rooftops and seeing wire made the climb as rain drops began to fall. Once on the roof he saw puddles of blood that flowed as a trail before him. He followed the trail to another corpse strung up, hanging upside down, its neck draining of blood. The Son of Darkness felt the pulse, it was faint. The eyes suddenly popped opened, milky white. It let out a moan that made Anak’s bones go cold.
The Predator must be near, its prey still alive.
Adeline Noctua
The Son of Darkness walked the streets of the Capital. He had encountered various strains of the Sith, each had its fancies, some desired power in the traditional sense, others knowledge, and still others technological advancements to lord it over others. The game was find your click, your clan and join in. The problem is Anak did not fit in, power for power’s sake did not appeal, and knowledge was a frail mistress, all it took was one revelation to make her fall. No what this Son of Darkness was drawn to was the rush, the fever and rage. Having The Dark Side flood his veins and make him feel “in control.” It did not matter if at times it was an illusion, what matter was The Feeling. Anak was uncertain if this would be accepted among the Sith. He had studied Lord Nihilus, Lord of Hunger, and felt him a kindred spirit. The only thing was Anak wanted to remain in control of his hunger.
It was at this moment he came to an alleyway and entered. There he found corpses of Dock Workers, he examined the necks which had two punctures, like holes the size of teeth. He had seen strange things in The Unknown Regions, Azanti who fed on brains like Soup, but there holes where not side by side. Something or someone elas had done this. There was suddenly a stir, like the clap of wings above. Anak looked up to the rooftops and seeing wire made the climb as rain drops began to fall. Once on the roof he saw puddles of blood that flowed as a trail before him. He followed the trail to another corpse strung up, hanging upside down, its neck draining of blood. The Son of Darkness felt the pulse, it was faint. The eyes suddenly popped opened, milky white. It let out a moan that made Anak’s bones go cold.
The Predator must be near, its prey still alive.
