The Arch Wilder
If there was one thing you didn't do with Vulpesen, it was mess with his family. More importantly, you didn't mess with his fiance. He had hoped that about this time, he and Alexandra might be planning on their wedding cake and honeymoon but a single call from Daeda had changed all of that. Alexandra had been betrayed and now it was time to take his own revenge.
Years of training as a jedi shadow kept his feet quiet and his body unseen as he stalked his prey, the normally golden eyes having become a strange orange with the stain of blood crimson. "The last ring of hell is reserved for traitors like you." It was a quiet phrase, one [member="Darth Arcanix"] would be unbelievable lucky to hear from her assailant, the man in black who walked the rooftops overhead.
Years of training as a jedi shadow kept his feet quiet and his body unseen as he stalked his prey, the normally golden eyes having become a strange orange with the stain of blood crimson. "The last ring of hell is reserved for traitors like you." It was a quiet phrase, one [member="Darth Arcanix"] would be unbelievable lucky to hear from her assailant, the man in black who walked the rooftops overhead.