09-12-2018, 04:55 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
Running. Running. Running. Tena had spent moons on the run. A youth with her head constantly tossed over shoulder. Wary caution in otherwise vibrant, blue hues. Scraped up, calloused paws. Haunted thoughts. Bitten lips.
No more chains. No more depur. Just freedom.
Alone. The petite sand cat had fled. Alone. The plan had been simple that way. If it was only her, more variables controlled. If it was only her, less danger. If she'd been caught, it would've only been her to blame. Her brother safe. Her friends safe. In chains, but safe, so that one day, she could come back for them. When she was better. Faster. Stronger.
It grew less simple. Tena had gone far away. Her brother had run after her. When she had gone home... She had not made it far. She had no answer to whether or not everyone else was alive. Up in the air. A painful possibility laughing at her.
But here she was. She was free, wasn't she? And done running. For now. If anyone had followed, she'd fight them head on now. No glancing behind her. Look ahead. Claws ready. There was no shame in being chelii, especially when they came back to free the rest. Even if they failed.
Tena still fought the guilt, but there was little left to do. Perhaps one day she would try again. When she was truly stronger. And, more importantly, when she didn't have a nosey Jedi following her. For now, she would keep on living. Try to find a place. Though she often never felt quite... Home anywhere. She hoped this place would do, and it's people. So, she tried. A little. To be a friendly face.
The petite sand cat padded up towards the wolverine, ear flicking. A simple necklace bounced on her throat. A leather string attached to a small vial of sand. "Hey," she offered shortly, a light smile playing on her features. "Tena Moonspinner." She glanced down at the necklace with a thoughtful crease to her brow. "I've got sand. It's from home." Sentimental object doubling as a weapon. Not that it was obvious and she did not plan on demonstrating.
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free
Running. Running. Running. Tena had spent moons on the run. A youth with her head constantly tossed over shoulder. Wary caution in otherwise vibrant, blue hues. Scraped up, calloused paws. Haunted thoughts. Bitten lips.
No more chains. No more depur. Just freedom.
Alone. The petite sand cat had fled. Alone. The plan had been simple that way. If it was only her, more variables controlled. If it was only her, less danger. If she'd been caught, it would've only been her to blame. Her brother safe. Her friends safe. In chains, but safe, so that one day, she could come back for them. When she was better. Faster. Stronger.
It grew less simple. Tena had gone far away. Her brother had run after her. When she had gone home... She had not made it far. She had no answer to whether or not everyone else was alive. Up in the air. A painful possibility laughing at her.
But here she was. She was free, wasn't she? And done running. For now. If anyone had followed, she'd fight them head on now. No glancing behind her. Look ahead. Claws ready. There was no shame in being chelii, especially when they came back to free the rest. Even if they failed.
Tena still fought the guilt, but there was little left to do. Perhaps one day she would try again. When she was truly stronger. And, more importantly, when she didn't have a nosey Jedi following her. For now, she would keep on living. Try to find a place. Though she often never felt quite... Home anywhere. She hoped this place would do, and it's people. So, she tried. A little. To be a friendly face.
The petite sand cat padded up towards the wolverine, ear flicking. A simple necklace bounced on her throat. A leather string attached to a small vial of sand. "Hey," she offered shortly, a light smile playing on her features. "Tena Moonspinner." She glanced down at the necklace with a thoughtful crease to her brow. "I've got sand. It's from home." Sentimental object doubling as a weapon. Not that it was obvious and she did not plan on demonstrating.
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free
[align=center][div style="font-size:13pt;line-height:.9;font-family:arial; color:black; padding:8px;letter-spacing:3px"]｢ I tell you it as it was told me ｣
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