I'M SO SORRY
/hello muse I haven't seen you in ages lmao. Sorry for the muse splurge. [member=2748]sekai.[/member]
Smoke.
Fire
Fear.
Anger
Death.
So, so much death. Death not caused by his own hands, at least that was one thing that Risus could agree on that, watching the world burn around him. It was a brief moment when one came to realize that yes they were about to be accounted amongst the bodies of deceased, it was way more easier to be comfortable in that situation no?
Normally a stab from a lightsaber would make a death much quicker, it all depended on where it landed. His injuries were not fatal, a few lacerations here and there, he could make it out of here alive from his injuries but it was from the thick smoke that hung over everything that burned that would clearly make quick work out of him. Suffocation from inhaling smoke, now that was nasty.
For all he knew, he had failed the mission. His master would be roaring pissed and already planning a punishment so vile and so morally damning that death itself seemed a proper desire to under the influence of. That alone made the sith lord padawan smirk grateful that death themselves were paying him a visit for all the madness and havoc they have caused.
Ever since he had started his training as a padawan, getting the blunt end of the stick sort of speak, Risus would clearly try to think of any fond moments he might have had, there was none. Just plenty of false reality, and false hope, and even more lies than spoken truths That gratifying moment of which he had no happy moments, and he was going to die. How morbid was that?
He might as well get comfortable in his death giving moment for it was about to get even more rough than before.
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It was that damn nightmare that brought him here, here as in the ascendants. Here has in he had no fucking idea of where he was. The canine looked about him, the world looked so different from what he was used too. At least he thinks the world might be Naboo? Or that fabled old world, as in Earth. There were about many things rumored about earth before humanity themselves had to leave the planet.
In this world he was an animal, in this world no one could tell him that he wasn’t a sith lord. No one would known the wiser which gave him such pleasure. Not once would someone force him to remain silent and just sit and listen and watch with now numbed emotion, at least now he could feel again, and perhaps take up an apprentice.
He just hoped the child didn't want to learn the dark ways.
Little did he know how wrong he was on that thought.
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