11-04-2018, 02:43 PM
[shadow=CD8C95,right]SEKAI SKYWALKER[/shadow]
LET THE BROKENNESS BE FELT ‘TIL YOU REACH THE OTHER SIDE
Father. It caused mixed feelings in her chest. For one, she knew it was not his fault that Luke stabbed his chest box with a lightsaber. However, he didn't appear to be as of much help, as more of a father. He left cryptic warnings and chose not to show up. If you were doomed to stay on this planet, at least spend some time with your children.
The dark-furred lioness had noticed Valemon taking a walk. Instead of going with him, trying to apologize, Sekai huffed and snuck into his house. She was quiet, she was quick. Like darkness was. And in his room, she saw something. Something that reminded her of Anakin. That stupid, stupid toy! Valemon still kept it! He needed to grow up. And she would teach him how. The stuffed falcon would die. She unsheathed her claws and took it, snarling angrily. And she started tearing it apart, feeling the stuffing between her claws. Her golden eyes glinted. Yes! This would teach her "baby brother" a lesson. She watched as its face turned into nothing, was molded into nothing. She ripped off the wings, shaking them with her head like a dog and tossing them. Good. Perhaps he would finally grow up now. After all was said and done, the chocolate-colored feline would stand, proud of her handiwork.
The dark-furred lioness had noticed Valemon taking a walk. Instead of going with him, trying to apologize, Sekai huffed and snuck into his house. She was quiet, she was quick. Like darkness was. And in his room, she saw something. Something that reminded her of Anakin. That stupid, stupid toy! Valemon still kept it! He needed to grow up. And she would teach him how. The stuffed falcon would die. She unsheathed her claws and took it, snarling angrily. And she started tearing it apart, feeling the stuffing between her claws. Her golden eyes glinted. Yes! This would teach her "baby brother" a lesson. She watched as its face turned into nothing, was molded into nothing. She ripped off the wings, shaking them with her head like a dog and tossing them. Good. Perhaps he would finally grow up now. After all was said and done, the chocolate-colored feline would stand, proud of her handiwork.
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