Matreya
Well-Known Member
The Hand of the Fringe found himself bored. Ungodly so. He had waited during nearly the entire recent invasion, an opponent never coming. Now he sought one out, eyes scanning the populace as he moved. He was very snake like at the moment, for reasons even Zaiden couldn't assume. Yawning he cast his eyes to the skies above, while allowing his mind to stretch and sense his surroundings. He would find a Force User to battle, a normal human didn't pose any real threat to the Czar before, and they never will after.
Soon enough he took a slow deep inhale through his nose, smelling the scents on the air as he walked. Omegas. He knew their scent amongst the worst, for they had always been a thorn in Zaiden's side. Looking in the direction of the smell, Zaiden saw a young woman. Yup clearly OP.
Drawing Rose from his hip, with the Amphistaff curled loosely in her whip form, Zaiden vanished from sight and the very Force itself. A small smirk came across his face slowly. He would make sure this woman regretted ever aligning with the Stealth Master's enemies.
@[member="Ventasia Terana"]
Soon enough he took a slow deep inhale through his nose, smelling the scents on the air as he walked. Omegas. He knew their scent amongst the worst, for they had always been a thorn in Zaiden's side. Looking in the direction of the smell, Zaiden saw a young woman. Yup clearly OP.
Drawing Rose from his hip, with the Amphistaff curled loosely in her whip form, Zaiden vanished from sight and the very Force itself. A small smirk came across his face slowly. He would make sure this woman regretted ever aligning with the Stealth Master's enemies.
@[member="Ventasia Terana"]