Post by vallen on Feb 23, 2014 4:49:24 GMT -5
Dreshdae...Dreadful!
Vallen's distaste for everything which was Dreshdae knew no bounds, finding each moment within it's wake a task in itself. Needless to say though, the importance of location triumphed Vallen's desires for comfort--the dark side never ceases to entice him. The Devaronian, in hall his five-foot-seven-inch fiendish-induced visage, made his path from the space port--his train of thought was entirely taxed to the knowledge he could gain on Korriban. It was so much that he could not help but withdraw from it. It seemed almost tedious, and as such he desired to relieve himself from the grasp of his endeavor for knowledge--instead embracing his more instinctive qualities.
It wouldn't be long before he was within the thick of the city, the hustle and bustle. Where one renown sith might induce fear and forced-respect by the indigenous of the planet, Vallen's existence was simply minute, and for anyone knew, he was just another shit head thinking he was good enough to become a sith. Dark Jedi or Sith, Vallen was a force-user destined to succumb to the darkside's allure. They did not know that, although perhaps they would in the future. Vallen favored the thought and savored it despite the truth as he approached the cantina
He quenched his spite for the various species of aliens and humans within the cantina, as it was a necessary compromise to his current desire. It was one he found necessary often, and exercised it for the sake of observation. Vallen stationed himself near the entrance, to the left if you entered and at the corner. He was perched that and served quite quickly by a Twi'lek server, Vallen's thoughts diverged.
"Water..."
She left and it was good, Vallen did not desire although he was corruptible. He placed his mind to his spontaneity, and his eyes served as a medium to the contemplation. He called upon the force as if to listen, or perhaps simply read people. He did this quite casually, and perhaps wouldn't even be noticed. Needless to say, his attention was full. The girl dropped off the water and left him be without disturbing, and he sipped it as he observed.
Vallen's distaste for everything which was Dreshdae knew no bounds, finding each moment within it's wake a task in itself. Needless to say though, the importance of location triumphed Vallen's desires for comfort--the dark side never ceases to entice him. The Devaronian, in hall his five-foot-seven-inch fiendish-induced visage, made his path from the space port--his train of thought was entirely taxed to the knowledge he could gain on Korriban. It was so much that he could not help but withdraw from it. It seemed almost tedious, and as such he desired to relieve himself from the grasp of his endeavor for knowledge--instead embracing his more instinctive qualities.
It wouldn't be long before he was within the thick of the city, the hustle and bustle. Where one renown sith might induce fear and forced-respect by the indigenous of the planet, Vallen's existence was simply minute, and for anyone knew, he was just another shit head thinking he was good enough to become a sith. Dark Jedi or Sith, Vallen was a force-user destined to succumb to the darkside's allure. They did not know that, although perhaps they would in the future. Vallen favored the thought and savored it despite the truth as he approached the cantina
He quenched his spite for the various species of aliens and humans within the cantina, as it was a necessary compromise to his current desire. It was one he found necessary often, and exercised it for the sake of observation. Vallen stationed himself near the entrance, to the left if you entered and at the corner. He was perched that and served quite quickly by a Twi'lek server, Vallen's thoughts diverged.
"Water..."
She left and it was good, Vallen did not desire although he was corruptible. He placed his mind to his spontaneity, and his eyes served as a medium to the contemplation. He called upon the force as if to listen, or perhaps simply read people. He did this quite casually, and perhaps wouldn't even be noticed. Needless to say, his attention was full. The girl dropped off the water and left him be without disturbing, and he sipped it as he observed.