Private Welcome To The Jungle

[Nefaron]

The old lightsaber felt brittle in his hands. Not that he'd held a lightsaber before this one, but he could tell just how old it was none the less. Ancient, from a time long, long past. If he squeezed too hard, would it shatter in his hands? He doubted the blade even recognized him as it's master, but he would use it none the less. It was his connection to the Sith. To what he was deep down. It was his destiny, after all. Power laid at his fingertips, and he just needed to reach it.

His grip tightened, unsurprisingly not cracking or harming the blade, as he looked up to the jungle he'd come to. Thule. There were Sith here, if the rumors he'd heard were to be believed. And given the nature of the beasts he'd already carved his way through, it wasn't surprising. The strong needed strong prey to continue to grow. It's what helped him grow.

He stood, getting up from the corpse he'd been using as a seat. A wicked looking creature, perhaps once a feline, if he had to take a guess. The only cats he saw in his life were the kind unleashed upon him for sport in the ring by his former Master. They had made him strong, just as this one did. He needed to go deeper within, find himself the source of these Sith he'd heard rumors of. Kin, perhaps. Rivals. Threats. Whatever they would end up, he was eager to find out. And test his mettle against.

He was Sith, after all.

Darth Nwul

 

[Darth Nwul]

Nwul was drifting through the trees of the Jungle. His jungle. A jungle that he'd made with the power of the dark side. This land had been utterly baren just a few weeks ago and now it was as lush as Felucia. He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he stepped between branches, dancing a bit with each movement. His eyes closed in reverence to the might of nature around him.

A predator saw him from afar and drifted back, sensing what he was. He was the apex predator here. He was the great beast. All creatures knew it instinctively, the man who radiated with a strange heat- was death incarnate. Yet when they approached anyway he greeted them with beatific joy, petting the monsters and showering them with adorations before sending them away.

It was while he was petting a particularly massive reptile with dark gold scales that he sensed something moving through the forest. A hunter? Nwul smiled. How fun. He reached beneath the reptile's head and scratched it's chin, stroking just beneath its massive eyeball with a gentle hand. "Looks like we have a guest, shall I go say hello?" He tilted his head as if listening, "Of course you can't talk! I know that! Hahaha! You're so cute," Nwul cooed and pat it's nose. "Now off with you," He ordered, the creature turning and fleeing back into the forest. "Father will handle it."

Nwul turned slowly, his dark-red robes lined with gold set him in contrast with nature around him. His tan skin shimmered as if a shell of golden varnish adorned him. His eyes were molten gold, blazing brightly even in the low light of the jungle. He cracked a smile as the leaves gave way and raised his head, "Welcome to my Jungle, what brings you to Thule?" He called to the stranger cordially.

Nefaron