Zayani Brin
Sabercat
Lexa stood on the roof of the building, looking down at the long abandoned street below. She perched herself on the edge, the cool night breeze blowing her coal-black hair from her face. She always found it easier to meditate like this; where one wrong move could easily end you. She let the Force thrum through her, matching the pulse of the adrenaline from being up so high. She reached out with her senses, enjoying the silence of this ghost city. There was nothing here to hear in the Force. Not even an animal....
@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]
@[member="Xardus Folidaar"]