Llkt'tudrin'wyshd
Feathered Hunter
A dry, small branch broke with a sharp snap that rang out through the silent forest, echoing off of the thick trunks of trees and weaving through leaves. The cause of the sudden, silence breaking sound was a heavy, black combat boot. Soon after, another crack rang out as the boot's partner stamped down on another dry branch. The sounds of snapping branches continued to sound out throughout the area of heavy and thick forest, the owner of the boots uncaring about keeping quiet when venturing through the Wilds of Kashyyyk. Eventually, the sounds faded into the distance as the owner of the boots left the area.
Said owner of the mud caked, black combat boots was currently a very annoyed and frustrated blond haired male. Currently, the male was dressed in a heavy, black leather duster coat, lined in deep pockets, that hung open. Beneath the folds of the duster, a thinner and darker leather jacket was settled over the top of a skin tight, grey shirt that clung to the wiry muscles. The shirt as tucked into the waist of a pair of old and slightly fraying dark blue jeans. The jeans themselves were tucked into the boots that had been the source of the loud cracks that had been ringing out into the forest. Around the male's neck hung a silver chain and, fastened to the inside of the leather coat, a silver and old fashioned time piece shone in the weak light that fought its way through the thick canopy of the tall trees. At his waist, a pair of old slugthrower pistols were holstered within a pair of leather holsters. Slung over his shoulder by a simple black strap was a sleek, black rifle - another slugthrower to match with the pair of pistols.
Scratching at the scruff that lined his chin and neck, the male sighed, focusing on releasing all of frustration he felt within that single exhale. Reaching to his ear, the male pressed against the comms unit he was, connecting him with the freighter that was currently flying a holding pattern above the stretch of Wilds he was fighting his way through.
"Y8, are you sure that reports place the plant within this area? Because, if not, if you are not one-hundred percent sure, if your possessors hold even the smallest hint of doubt, I swear to the Gods that I will tear you apart and place your consciousness within a simple caff machine. Understood?" While his tone was sharp and laced with suppressed anger, the man's voice was soft, holding an accent that spoke of a high upbringing.
"Addressee: Master Ydrin. Panicked Answer: Yes Master, the report placed the sighting within this area. Offended Statement: The very fact that you would imply that I would make such an error is hurtful Master." In the ship above, a large, red, bipedal droid shifted in place. Y8-S1 was the personal companion to Ydrin, serving as a medical assistant, sworn assassin and an ally in a fight.
Nodding, even though he knew that the droid would be unable to see such an action, Ydrin severed the connection between him and the droid. Rolling his shoulders, Ydrin set back off on his hike. He was currently searching for a sample of an extremely poisonous plant that had been mentioned in previous reports of expeditions into the Wilds of Kashyyyk. Ydrin's intention was to use the plants poisonous properties to create a cure for it before utilizing the poison for himself against his enemies.
[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]
Said owner of the mud caked, black combat boots was currently a very annoyed and frustrated blond haired male. Currently, the male was dressed in a heavy, black leather duster coat, lined in deep pockets, that hung open. Beneath the folds of the duster, a thinner and darker leather jacket was settled over the top of a skin tight, grey shirt that clung to the wiry muscles. The shirt as tucked into the waist of a pair of old and slightly fraying dark blue jeans. The jeans themselves were tucked into the boots that had been the source of the loud cracks that had been ringing out into the forest. Around the male's neck hung a silver chain and, fastened to the inside of the leather coat, a silver and old fashioned time piece shone in the weak light that fought its way through the thick canopy of the tall trees. At his waist, a pair of old slugthrower pistols were holstered within a pair of leather holsters. Slung over his shoulder by a simple black strap was a sleek, black rifle - another slugthrower to match with the pair of pistols.
Scratching at the scruff that lined his chin and neck, the male sighed, focusing on releasing all of frustration he felt within that single exhale. Reaching to his ear, the male pressed against the comms unit he was, connecting him with the freighter that was currently flying a holding pattern above the stretch of Wilds he was fighting his way through.
"Y8, are you sure that reports place the plant within this area? Because, if not, if you are not one-hundred percent sure, if your possessors hold even the smallest hint of doubt, I swear to the Gods that I will tear you apart and place your consciousness within a simple caff machine. Understood?" While his tone was sharp and laced with suppressed anger, the man's voice was soft, holding an accent that spoke of a high upbringing.
"Addressee: Master Ydrin. Panicked Answer: Yes Master, the report placed the sighting within this area. Offended Statement: The very fact that you would imply that I would make such an error is hurtful Master." In the ship above, a large, red, bipedal droid shifted in place. Y8-S1 was the personal companion to Ydrin, serving as a medical assistant, sworn assassin and an ally in a fight.
Nodding, even though he knew that the droid would be unable to see such an action, Ydrin severed the connection between him and the droid. Rolling his shoulders, Ydrin set back off on his hike. He was currently searching for a sample of an extremely poisonous plant that had been mentioned in previous reports of expeditions into the Wilds of Kashyyyk. Ydrin's intention was to use the plants poisonous properties to create a cure for it before utilizing the poison for himself against his enemies.
[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]