Darth Ferus
Wanderer
Years.That's how long it had been since the Sith Lord took a step on this unique planet. It's varying species, it's amazing plant life growing in ways that made it live up to it's name. Crystals were flowers, varying in hue from plant to plant. Some looked like diamonds, pure white, breathtaking. Others deep red like rubies, lush and vibrant. The beauty was everywhere to be seen. And despite Darth Ferus's venture down the Dark, he could still appreciate it.
Step by step he went, his blood red eyes gazing longingly over the landscape. Oh what he wouldn't do to be able to smell again, to be able to savor every scent he would come across. But Ferus couldn't anymore. The Dark had robbed him of scent, of taste. Now all he could do was see the beauty. That was enough though. The varying hues still could give him the feeling of calm he so desired these days. He was as always dressed in his black red cloak, the hood pulled low over his face. The tattered robe covered his form in a way that kept him ambiguous. Asides from his visible lips and the glowing red eyes, he could have been anyone. Such was the live of an assassin though, one where no one could know who he really was behind his hood.
Alone is what he expected as he walked about, but it wouldn't be much longer until the real reason he was here arrived. [member="Iceis Sovereign"] was the daughter of the Queen of the North, a woman that Ferus wanted very much to meet, but didn't dare take a direct route. Paranoia was a strong feeling, especially for a Sith who's whole purpose is to be unnoticed after all. For now he would wait and walk, ever curious when the girl would arrive.