Avicus DuSang
The Patron Saint of Heartache
Zeltros
The party on Zeltros was never ending. Bodies grinded on the streets. Music was everywhere you went. Alcohol and drugs were everywhere. It was a planet of sin. A planet of vice. Some came here to relax. Some came here to escape the law. But a majority came here for the debauchery. The reason that most everyone stayed. And, frankly, why would you want to leave?
It was a planet without war. Without politics. Whenever someone asked Zeltros how it felt on the affairs of other nations, the reply was the same. "Bugger off! Can't you see we're partying?" It was no secret this was the Dark God's favorite refuge. He was the Sith Lord of Lust. And this was the perfect planet for just that. The Zeltrosian people were never familiar with the concept of manogamy. The concept is completely alien to them.
Sitting at the bar, yellow eyes looked out at the street, the magnitude of bodies swaying to the beat that poured out in the atmosphere. He sparked up a cigar, taking a long drag. He wore a pair of black shoes, black slacks, and a black silk shirt. A finger rested on his blue goatee as he smirked, exhaling the smoke from his lungs. As it stood, this was his life. When he sat on the throne, he tried to bring the atmosphere of Zeltros to the Empire.
[member="Kassandra Distorith"]
[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
The party on Zeltros was never ending. Bodies grinded on the streets. Music was everywhere you went. Alcohol and drugs were everywhere. It was a planet of sin. A planet of vice. Some came here to relax. Some came here to escape the law. But a majority came here for the debauchery. The reason that most everyone stayed. And, frankly, why would you want to leave?
It was a planet without war. Without politics. Whenever someone asked Zeltros how it felt on the affairs of other nations, the reply was the same. "Bugger off! Can't you see we're partying?" It was no secret this was the Dark God's favorite refuge. He was the Sith Lord of Lust. And this was the perfect planet for just that. The Zeltrosian people were never familiar with the concept of manogamy. The concept is completely alien to them.
Sitting at the bar, yellow eyes looked out at the street, the magnitude of bodies swaying to the beat that poured out in the atmosphere. He sparked up a cigar, taking a long drag. He wore a pair of black shoes, black slacks, and a black silk shirt. A finger rested on his blue goatee as he smirked, exhaling the smoke from his lungs. As it stood, this was his life. When he sat on the throne, he tried to bring the atmosphere of Zeltros to the Empire.
[member="Kassandra Distorith"]
[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]