Chaos Alexander
Dec 9th, 2001, 12:18:47 PM
::Chaos sat on top of one of the many buildings in the town. The night sky offered little light here. Chaos was used to it though. He eyes allowed him to see in the dark. The wonders on his robotic eyes. He could see heat, night vision, and many other things. He looked at the city below. Chaos hated people. He hated most humans. He felt honored that he wasn't human as well. He looked it on the outside, and geneticly was a human, but he wasn't. He was Garou. Most of his race hated these cities. His clan lived in them though, but not like this. Not like this at all. These people just killed the land. Chaos' inner raged boiled. To save the land, they would all have to die. Such is the way of the world. With every kill he felt his own sould getting darker. He used to be filled with joy. He still was in a way. Just not the same joy. He had changed with his time as a Sith. Now he would wait. Jedi were everywhere. So were other Force users. One would feel his presence. They would come.