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Caed had made it known he was unlike the other Bogan, he did not wish to train around others, he was his own man, his own Bogan. Standing outside the vast caverns that made up the Dark Jedi Temple, Caed stared at its filth and longed for something more extravagant. The Bogan deserved a cathedral of sorts... a real temple like the Jedi flaunted. Why had they simply destroyed that templed and fleed Coruscant he would never quite understand. Regardless that was not why he was here, he was here to further his training and lead Bogan followers to their true potential.
Stopping in a clearing the dry dead foliage around him were a picture of what he had become. His face looked dead, a pale white reflected the dim light that shown itself through the crackling clouds. Thunder and lightning erupted high above, but rain would never fall, a unique trait of this part of the Bogan's dark planet. Taking in a slow but deep breath, a powerful breath, Caed lowered the hood from his veiled face. Cracked skin apparent and eyes that would compete with the darkening clouds up above. He had fallen far into the Darkside, one might say a return would be impossible. Focusing his stare at a rotting tree in the distance, the young Bogan fell to his knees. His eyes fell shut, his body looked limp and lifeless from the position he held in, but looking from close his stature was firm, in control, and his breathing was almost non-existent. Almost feeding off the nature around him, looking outside the clearing showed some life, but stemming out from Caed he would appear a cancer, a virus sucking life directly from the planet.
"Now I wait..."
Stopping in a clearing the dry dead foliage around him were a picture of what he had become. His face looked dead, a pale white reflected the dim light that shown itself through the crackling clouds. Thunder and lightning erupted high above, but rain would never fall, a unique trait of this part of the Bogan's dark planet. Taking in a slow but deep breath, a powerful breath, Caed lowered the hood from his veiled face. Cracked skin apparent and eyes that would compete with the darkening clouds up above. He had fallen far into the Darkside, one might say a return would be impossible. Focusing his stare at a rotting tree in the distance, the young Bogan fell to his knees. His eyes fell shut, his body looked limp and lifeless from the position he held in, but looking from close his stature was firm, in control, and his breathing was almost non-existent. Almost feeding off the nature around him, looking outside the clearing showed some life, but stemming out from Caed he would appear a cancer, a virus sucking life directly from the planet.
"Now I wait..."