Decon Wallace
Mar 16th, 2003, 10:41:58 PM
Crrrrreak.
A grating noise sounded from the thick, twin doors of the Order’s recruitment halls as they slowly opened. A moment of hesitation presented itself, as the figure behind finally stepped inside, its slow movements indicating their falter of continuing forward. None the less, it was something that had to be done, and now seemed too late to retreat.
Many had come and entered into the Jedi’s domain, seeking tuition and guidance; some with more sour motives than others. This particular wayfarer only sought a thorough home, and a place of acceptance.
The young Iktotchi stepped forward, his eyes searching the chambers to return nothing. All that surrounded him was darkness, so dark even his own footsteps traveled blindly and unguided. He stopped in what was assumed the center of the building, now only left with awaiting for another to greet him.
A grating noise sounded from the thick, twin doors of the Order’s recruitment halls as they slowly opened. A moment of hesitation presented itself, as the figure behind finally stepped inside, its slow movements indicating their falter of continuing forward. None the less, it was something that had to be done, and now seemed too late to retreat.
Many had come and entered into the Jedi’s domain, seeking tuition and guidance; some with more sour motives than others. This particular wayfarer only sought a thorough home, and a place of acceptance.
The young Iktotchi stepped forward, his eyes searching the chambers to return nothing. All that surrounded him was darkness, so dark even his own footsteps traveled blindly and unguided. He stopped in what was assumed the center of the building, now only left with awaiting for another to greet him.