Kaytor Surna
Dec 14th, 2003, 02:22:10 PM
A cloaked figure wandered around the roof tops of Courscant. Her dark presence could be felt by most force sensitive people in the area. But she did not care. She did not mask her presence to anyone that was strong enough to sense her. She just walked along the roof tops.
Finaly she stopped on a tall building. She looked out and saw that the next building was the old jedi temple. Her dark red eyes just watched it for a long while, emotionless. Her soul had still not been returned. It still slept with in Soth. All she felt was death, anger and saddness. She had already tried to retreive her soul from Soth and still had the scars from it.
Kaytor watched the jedi temple, remembering all that had happened in there. Remembering Lance, Dios, Tomak and all of their friends. She remembered mostly her master, Xazor. All that she had done for Kaytor and all that Kaytor had done to her. A single blood tear dropped down her cheak as she thought of it. But she didnt wipe it away.
A low wind picked up, blowing her cloak to the side slightly. The black hilted saber could be seen at her side. Right next to a blood covered hand. Blood from the hand slowly dripped to the ground, forming a small pool. She still did not move from her position of watching the temple, lost in thought and in mind.
Finaly she stopped on a tall building. She looked out and saw that the next building was the old jedi temple. Her dark red eyes just watched it for a long while, emotionless. Her soul had still not been returned. It still slept with in Soth. All she felt was death, anger and saddness. She had already tried to retreive her soul from Soth and still had the scars from it.
Kaytor watched the jedi temple, remembering all that had happened in there. Remembering Lance, Dios, Tomak and all of their friends. She remembered mostly her master, Xazor. All that she had done for Kaytor and all that Kaytor had done to her. A single blood tear dropped down her cheak as she thought of it. But she didnt wipe it away.
A low wind picked up, blowing her cloak to the side slightly. The black hilted saber could be seen at her side. Right next to a blood covered hand. Blood from the hand slowly dripped to the ground, forming a small pool. She still did not move from her position of watching the temple, lost in thought and in mind.