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Dark Lord Roan
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posted 02-08-2003 12:34 AM
((OOC: Lord Roan and Graysith come in from Shall We Dance? in the Jedi/Sith forums, thank you.) Dark Lord Roan slit his eyes, glancing around himself. His immediate surroundings didn't look particularly different from those he had been unexpectedly wisked away from... ...save that with the sole exception of himself and the flame-haired Chosen Daughter, this universe was absolutely empty. Indeed, it was a strange dimension, existing in that odd place between one second and the next; thus it looked as though he and she were still standing, eyes glaring at each other, within the luxurious confines of his quarters in the Phrinnchatkan Temple of the Warriors of the Sith. Yet utterly, chillingly, alone. His eyes ignited again at what she had done... then he loosened his stance a bit, and slowly raised a clawed hand up between them. Even more slowly, he turned it palm up, and waved a bit about himself. "You can drop the shield, Lady Q'utaro," he sneered, his eyes flashing in the dim lighting of the fire which yet flickered in the hearth nearby. "You yourself stated that none may breach it; none other can come to your rescue in this place as well, if you do not desire it. You may as well allow the sunlight to come in at daybreak; you know we cannot long survive without it." Moving his imposing bulk carefully and with pantherish grace, he slowly turned his back and approached the great arched window of his quarters. A strange and utter blackness of non-being crashed against his eyes; with a slight intake of breath he turned around, cocking his horned head in Graysith's direction, nodding to her with a strange admixture of respect and hatred gleaming out from the depths of his soul. [ 02-08-2003 12:36 AM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Dark Lord Roan ] |