Teka Kenobi
Jun 26th, 2001, 12:33:32 PM
Perched on a tree. On a snow filled mountain ledge. Was a figure. Also white. He could blend in with the snow if he wished. But he did not. He just sat. On a branch. Of a single tree. On a snow filled mountain ledge.
Teka was waiting. He was waiting for a prescence he sensed a while ago. This prescence was coming his way. And this prescence..It was not of his kind.
Teka let one leg dangle off the tree branch. He enjoyed the cold. It was crisp. Sharp. He could sit here for as long as he could anywhere else that was relatively warm. As he breathed a puff of air floated out of his mouth and then upwards towards the pale sky.
Today Teka was not in the mood for messing about. He'd get straight to the fight. One Sith killed is countless lives saved. Maybe today he would save those countless lives. Resting at his side was Lux. Lux was the Latin name for Truth. Maybe today he would find some of the truth. About himself. About life.
The sky cried snowflakes which poured over the ledge covering his footsteps, and even more so the tree he was sitting in, and himself. He jumped down into the soft snow and turned to look over the edge of the cliff. The landing was a river. If he remembered correctly the river was a deep one. Fortunate if anything happened. He faced the opposite rock about fifve-hundered yards from him, separated by air and snowflakes. In silence he stood waiting for the one who would come here. To fight.
Teka was waiting. He was waiting for a prescence he sensed a while ago. This prescence was coming his way. And this prescence..It was not of his kind.
Teka let one leg dangle off the tree branch. He enjoyed the cold. It was crisp. Sharp. He could sit here for as long as he could anywhere else that was relatively warm. As he breathed a puff of air floated out of his mouth and then upwards towards the pale sky.
Today Teka was not in the mood for messing about. He'd get straight to the fight. One Sith killed is countless lives saved. Maybe today he would save those countless lives. Resting at his side was Lux. Lux was the Latin name for Truth. Maybe today he would find some of the truth. About himself. About life.
The sky cried snowflakes which poured over the ledge covering his footsteps, and even more so the tree he was sitting in, and himself. He jumped down into the soft snow and turned to look over the edge of the cliff. The landing was a river. If he remembered correctly the river was a deep one. Fortunate if anything happened. He faced the opposite rock about fifve-hundered yards from him, separated by air and snowflakes. In silence he stood waiting for the one who would come here. To fight.