Drogh was waiting, standing still on a broken street, with crumbling flats and buildings all around him, like shattered statue's , or broken pillars that cover the metal ground. He was far down in the Underworld, even for @Drogh. The air was heavier and felt more sickening, the lights were dimer, the ground was broken, the people were frail and shadow like, Drogh felt alone but he could feel a thousand eyes staring at him with malice intent. The air felt as if it was drowned in carbon and death, it smelt of crude chemicals that stank, it was beginning to stain his cloak with that smell. Drogh hated it here, he felt as if he beginning to loose him self in this dark crude hole, eyes flicking in the shadows, people shifting about as if they were ghosts, whispers as if crazed men locked in asylum were all screaming from miles away. He could almost feel a dark blade touching his skin, as if some one was going to stab him, or shoot him, or what ever horrors these broken people would do to Drogh, he was scared to say the least.
But despite all of this he wanted to go further down, into a more disgusting horrific, terrible god forsaken place then this. He wanted to go further down until his lungs were filled with carbon, and mad men with knifes would stab at anything that looked remotely like a meal, he wanted go further into this concrete hell. Yet Drogh could do it alone, he needed guidance, a helping hand some one, or rather some thing that could guide him to this pit that he feared and yet longed for. Darksider was whispering to him, constantly, go further it uttered, it advised, it ordered, it screamed. "Go further" it would tell Drogh, go deeper into the belly of the beast, and let it destroy you. Drogh didn't want too, but he longer felt that this was under his control any more, he wanted to hide, that karking Sith should of never found Drogh. He should of never went to the camp on Tatooin, he should of never went any near the dark side, but it was too late now, it had grabbed hold of him and it wouldn't let him go, so to accept the clenching fist he would have dwell in a living nightmare.
Yet Drogh was waiting for a synthetic life-form known as [member="Mr. Blood Bones"], a droid of human flesh to guide him to his doom. He waited, breathing heavily, scared for his life, but patient all the same.
But despite all of this he wanted to go further down, into a more disgusting horrific, terrible god forsaken place then this. He wanted to go further down until his lungs were filled with carbon, and mad men with knifes would stab at anything that looked remotely like a meal, he wanted go further into this concrete hell. Yet Drogh could do it alone, he needed guidance, a helping hand some one, or rather some thing that could guide him to this pit that he feared and yet longed for. Darksider was whispering to him, constantly, go further it uttered, it advised, it ordered, it screamed. "Go further" it would tell Drogh, go deeper into the belly of the beast, and let it destroy you. Drogh didn't want too, but he longer felt that this was under his control any more, he wanted to hide, that karking Sith should of never found Drogh. He should of never went to the camp on Tatooin, he should of never went any near the dark side, but it was too late now, it had grabbed hold of him and it wouldn't let him go, so to accept the clenching fist he would have dwell in a living nightmare.
Yet Drogh was waiting for a synthetic life-form known as [member="Mr. Blood Bones"], a droid of human flesh to guide him to his doom. He waited, breathing heavily, scared for his life, but patient all the same.