Zarell Karna
Sep 29th, 2004, 03:38:41 AM
Zarell Karna blew a wisp of hair from her eyes and looked upon the Keep, how was she going to cordially introduce herself to the Sisters of Chaos or initiate contact even. She had some Jedi training and that was before the dark day that had taken her fiancee in a single act of remorseless violence. And the events immediately following that had driven her here to Ch'nodos. Zarell had fled guilt, the old ways, and criminal charges forever. Cut cleanly in two with a lightsaber blade by the very one clipped to the sash tied around the waist of her inner robes.
An eyebrow raised above her green eyes, Zarell assessed that contact will be granted strictly by the Sister's terms and in their own predisposed time if ever she realized. For all her intrepid valour it was shaken at it's core. Was this her final denouement or her reckoning onto other greater possibilities. An answer only they whom inhabit this Keep can provide.
Zarell would wait all day if she had to, a week or a year. She could survive off the creatures cohabiting the planet, though they were disgusting chitinous arachnoidal lifeforms but she had heard tales of other survivors or peoples claiming anything related to crustacean tastes well like... a delicacy.
The act made her face screw up and Zarell wanted to gag at the thought of consuming something that crawled beneath the stones or dug down into the dark earth, and decided to shift her presumptious wanderlust thoughts back to the present. The endeavor at hand was far too serious and dire. So on she waited, calming her nerves by the Force and awaited something, anything to happen. So long as she found the answers.
An eyebrow raised above her green eyes, Zarell assessed that contact will be granted strictly by the Sister's terms and in their own predisposed time if ever she realized. For all her intrepid valour it was shaken at it's core. Was this her final denouement or her reckoning onto other greater possibilities. An answer only they whom inhabit this Keep can provide.
Zarell would wait all day if she had to, a week or a year. She could survive off the creatures cohabiting the planet, though they were disgusting chitinous arachnoidal lifeforms but she had heard tales of other survivors or peoples claiming anything related to crustacean tastes well like... a delicacy.
The act made her face screw up and Zarell wanted to gag at the thought of consuming something that crawled beneath the stones or dug down into the dark earth, and decided to shift her presumptious wanderlust thoughts back to the present. The endeavor at hand was far too serious and dire. So on she waited, calming her nerves by the Force and awaited something, anything to happen. So long as she found the answers.