Isar Kislo
Rebirth
Sacred Pools
Telos IV
It really was hot as shit. However, he was standing amidst an actively volcanic area. Unlike his father, Cadeyrn certainly had not mastered the ability to regulate his body temperature in any environment regardless of clothing. Also, unlike his father, Cadeyrn didn't traverse the galaxy without a shirt. His mother was generally more conservative, but he'd made the trip to Exocron shortly after turning thirteen. There was...no shortage of homages to the various Aesirs.
At any rate, Cadeyrn was wrapped in a simple, plain black cloak over top an equally unassuming jumpsuit. Having traveled straight from his father's homeworld of Corstris where he spent a great deal amount of time training and studying, the young Centurion cast his silver-blue gaze out over the horizon from beneath the hood of his cloak. A steam fissure erupted less than six inches from his body, but he remained motionless. His recollection of...ancient history registered this place as the burial ground of a former Jedi. A man that had thrown himself into a pool of acid rather than be defeated and/or captured by his opponents.
What was it like to have that type of...pride? Cadeyrn couldn't see himself surrendering to his fate like that. The real question was...did that make him a stronger or weaker individual altogether?
Time would undoubtedly tell.
[member="Cedric Dorn"]
Telos IV
It really was hot as shit. However, he was standing amidst an actively volcanic area. Unlike his father, Cadeyrn certainly had not mastered the ability to regulate his body temperature in any environment regardless of clothing. Also, unlike his father, Cadeyrn didn't traverse the galaxy without a shirt. His mother was generally more conservative, but he'd made the trip to Exocron shortly after turning thirteen. There was...no shortage of homages to the various Aesirs.
At any rate, Cadeyrn was wrapped in a simple, plain black cloak over top an equally unassuming jumpsuit. Having traveled straight from his father's homeworld of Corstris where he spent a great deal amount of time training and studying, the young Centurion cast his silver-blue gaze out over the horizon from beneath the hood of his cloak. A steam fissure erupted less than six inches from his body, but he remained motionless. His recollection of...ancient history registered this place as the burial ground of a former Jedi. A man that had thrown himself into a pool of acid rather than be defeated and/or captured by his opponents.
What was it like to have that type of...pride? Cadeyrn couldn't see himself surrendering to his fate like that. The real question was...did that make him a stronger or weaker individual altogether?
Time would undoubtedly tell.
[member="Cedric Dorn"]