Post by Foxfire on Jul 20, 2012 15:03:08 GMT -5
Winds swirlde through the lush halls of the forgotten temple of the beast. This place once raised and breed creature for the dark ones of the force now it had been over ran by them. Yet another beast has claimed the lower portions for himself. With in the hazy gloom and surounded by piles of books and holo-disks Honog meditated trying again to purge the dark force poison from his body.
The force flowed freely and fast through him and back into the temple and the creature held within. He had spent the last two weeks on and off these purgings. Every time he would awake he would find that he was surounded by the creatures of Zoist. Many different times this has happened and he'd look over the creatures before him and studdy them and the reason for their being drawn to him at this time.
Forty to fifty books he has ran through having nothing else but time to read and heal before him the only time he does some thing different is when the war droid brings in his food. Mainly fruit and some meats. Honog would have to fend for himself soon. He was wanting the droid to have a look at the new construction of the temples and facilities being built.
Today his body was getting better than the last three days. The force ws easier to handle and nearly murge with, washing his body in power. Though his body was changing bit by bit, it was not all together disturbing. His skin was three shades darker less gray blue to more a charcol. His tendrils and his emotions were less erratic than at the first of his being freed of the slave mind of his former master.
Sitting on the from vine and fern covered steps of the forgotten temple Honog sat and ate quietly by himself. As he did he dragged multipule items around the ground before him stacking some crushing others. All in the effort to buld back his skills since getting sick with the darkside poison. The air smelled sweet with the sultry and aluring taste of the dark side. Yet not a simle could be found upon his face. Not ever did, but the fact that with all that he has gone through one would think a bit of calm with a placid face, Honog though a frown and darkness was and is his new look.
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Wiping
The force flowed freely and fast through him and back into the temple and the creature held within. He had spent the last two weeks on and off these purgings. Every time he would awake he would find that he was surounded by the creatures of Zoist. Many different times this has happened and he'd look over the creatures before him and studdy them and the reason for their being drawn to him at this time.
Forty to fifty books he has ran through having nothing else but time to read and heal before him the only time he does some thing different is when the war droid brings in his food. Mainly fruit and some meats. Honog would have to fend for himself soon. He was wanting the droid to have a look at the new construction of the temples and facilities being built.
Today his body was getting better than the last three days. The force ws easier to handle and nearly murge with, washing his body in power. Though his body was changing bit by bit, it was not all together disturbing. His skin was three shades darker less gray blue to more a charcol. His tendrils and his emotions were less erratic than at the first of his being freed of the slave mind of his former master.
Sitting on the from vine and fern covered steps of the forgotten temple Honog sat and ate quietly by himself. As he did he dragged multipule items around the ground before him stacking some crushing others. All in the effort to buld back his skills since getting sick with the darkside poison. The air smelled sweet with the sultry and aluring taste of the dark side. Yet not a simle could be found upon his face. Not ever did, but the fact that with all that he has gone through one would think a bit of calm with a placid face, Honog though a frown and darkness was and is his new look.
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Wiping