His blade would soon emanate with life, the curve of the weapon. maintaining arch.
He would approach slowly, his poise calm. "If it's isn't much an intrusion. I feel... rusty."
Merc.xn----r7am
Trained to be a Sith by Sith, has been on the run since order 66, ever since he was threatened to be assassinated by the Emperor.
Now simply survives based on what he has learned and what he knows.
Observing from the shadows, seeing as @holocronhunt practices her craft. (Saber training)
Screaming in a thick forrest so loud, the creatures within a ten mile radius run away.
The pain climbing to a head, with no one to talk it to.



















