Dark Lord of Passion
Wake sat with his legs crossed, night had fallen after hours of toil in the sand and damp darkness of the tunnels beneath the valley. His emerald eyes were closed, and only the slowest breath hinted that he was even still alive. His eye twitched once as the force washed over him again, the palpable waves of the dark side feeding the growing sense of cold in his abdomen. It was the first time he'd noticed it being truly there, he had thought it was his imagination. He clasped his hands together in deep thought, his lips pressed tightly as the cold washed over him and through him. He tried embracing it, but something about how undeniably pure it felt made him think twice. He wasn't ready to drink from the particular cup waiting for him. Instead he cleared his throat and got to his feet.
Wake, why are you here?
Wake ignored the voice in his head again, slipping into Form I with the sith war blade in his hand. He raised it upright, clasping it in both hands before practicing the first few forms of the style. He switched to Form II, putting a bit more aggression to the refined and composed stances. One step forward, lunge, parry, step back, turn, he shifted to Form III, his movement becoming even faster, his muscles reminding him of his limits. His brain knew the forms, while his body still couldn't handle them just yet. He gritted his teeth and slid to a stop, he was nowhere near trying the higher forms and more complicated maneuvers. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
Wake, you have all my wisdom, why not use it to better the galaxy? Your youth and strength, you could do so much good. Make amends for your crimes.
Wake sniffed and wiped his upper lip, taking a deep breath and letting the force pass through him again, he savored it instead of bending it to his will. This way of drawing on the force had come easier recently, and each time it brought a smile to his face. His eyes fluttered and he leaned his head back, letting the joy and love he felt for the world around him bubble until it refreshed his muscles and epowered his spirit.
Wake, my padawan.
Wake cracked down on the thought so hard the ground beneath his feet trembled for a second. Damn ghost. Or perhaps it was part of those lingering memories. Well if it was going to live in his head it wasn't going to do so rent free. He'd figure out a way to use it, eventually. He had only just caught his breath when a strong presence caught his attention. He whipped his head around, alert, and ready for whomever was approaching.
"Hey, uh, all the shiny stuff is in lock-up! Just saying!" He called out to whomever it was.
Zal Aditi
Wake, why are you here?
Wake ignored the voice in his head again, slipping into Form I with the sith war blade in his hand. He raised it upright, clasping it in both hands before practicing the first few forms of the style. He switched to Form II, putting a bit more aggression to the refined and composed stances. One step forward, lunge, parry, step back, turn, he shifted to Form III, his movement becoming even faster, his muscles reminding him of his limits. His brain knew the forms, while his body still couldn't handle them just yet. He gritted his teeth and slid to a stop, he was nowhere near trying the higher forms and more complicated maneuvers. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
Wake, you have all my wisdom, why not use it to better the galaxy? Your youth and strength, you could do so much good. Make amends for your crimes.
Wake sniffed and wiped his upper lip, taking a deep breath and letting the force pass through him again, he savored it instead of bending it to his will. This way of drawing on the force had come easier recently, and each time it brought a smile to his face. His eyes fluttered and he leaned his head back, letting the joy and love he felt for the world around him bubble until it refreshed his muscles and epowered his spirit.
Wake, my padawan.
Wake cracked down on the thought so hard the ground beneath his feet trembled for a second. Damn ghost. Or perhaps it was part of those lingering memories. Well if it was going to live in his head it wasn't going to do so rent free. He'd figure out a way to use it, eventually. He had only just caught his breath when a strong presence caught his attention. He whipped his head around, alert, and ready for whomever was approaching.
"Hey, uh, all the shiny stuff is in lock-up! Just saying!" He called out to whomever it was.
Zal Aditi