Zazai Ta'Resh
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- Joined
- Jun 16, 2018
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Zeltros - Night
Zazai didn't like this place. It was too loud, too bright, and in general just too busy. The Sith had grown up and now lived in the desolate wastes of Korriban. There is was quiet. It felt weird being in "Normal" clothes, missing the familiar weight of armor. The two lightsabers tucked into pockets were the only weapons he carried. Even if this was a vacation, they were in enemy territory, even if it would be near impossible to pick them out of the masses of people.
"Why did we come here again?" he rumbled to Jenova who had dragged him across the Galaxy as he dodged a speeder that almost had hit him. She was obviously enjoying herself, though he wasn't sure if it was from the experience of being here or the fact she knew he was uncomfortable here.
She carried herself much more naturally than the Sith did, and he had almost not allowed them to even leave the ship when he saw her attire. When they were in the field together, most knew to stay out of her way, sensing the sheer ferocity but know she displayed her beauty, revealing the green-skinned goddess that Zazai had known was there all along. She drew looks as they may their way through the street. Zazai was not a jealous man, but he grinned slightly as he slid an arm around her letting out an inaudible, rumbling growl of approval.
"So where to?" he asked