Royal Protector
The crimson skies of Dathomir filter the sunlight that scatters through the trees. The planet was steeped in history, suffering and witchcraft intertwined in a past that few remember. That past wasn't so long ago for Curtis, as a few years prior, the planet had been his home.
He had not been born there, but for 18 years he had lived among The Children of Talzin, the family that he had never had. They had been better to him than he truly deserved, and their destruction at the hands of the Sith had always been a sore spot for him, a reminder of his failure. That had fuelled his power while making him weaker at the same time, the past never lets go.
Curtis stood at the centre of what was once his village. The bodies had been picked clean by both fauna and scavengers, a fate that they didn't deserve for all they had done. The armour he wore and the weapon he held had come from this place too, and he held his staff tightly, as a reminder of his heritage. The place was a curse, on his mind, body and soul. Maybe it needed to be destroyed, maybe the whole planet did.
But for now, Curtis would just stand in his former home, as if waiting for someone to emerge from the surrounding woods.
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
He had not been born there, but for 18 years he had lived among The Children of Talzin, the family that he had never had. They had been better to him than he truly deserved, and their destruction at the hands of the Sith had always been a sore spot for him, a reminder of his failure. That had fuelled his power while making him weaker at the same time, the past never lets go.
Curtis stood at the centre of what was once his village. The bodies had been picked clean by both fauna and scavengers, a fate that they didn't deserve for all they had done. The armour he wore and the weapon he held had come from this place too, and he held his staff tightly, as a reminder of his heritage. The place was a curse, on his mind, body and soul. Maybe it needed to be destroyed, maybe the whole planet did.
But for now, Curtis would just stand in his former home, as if waiting for someone to emerge from the surrounding woods.
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]