(OOC: Open to those sith that want to get a Tuk'ata pup to raise as their own hound. Max 5)
It had been a remarkably coincidental find for him. Stumbling upon the ritual as if by providence on his visit to the academy library on Korriban. A ritual to bind a Tuk'ata pup to oneself in an almost...
His fingers ran over the datapad in his hands as he finished the idea he had for his final lightsaber. While the one he had on his hip now was much akin to most he felt it in his bones. It wasn't what called to him, it was strange to him. How the force knew him better than he knew himself at...
He stared over the equipment in the hangar ready for transportation, how could something so dead in the force bring about the restoration of a world. He watched the hustle and bustle around him as workers and droids moved about to get everything ready to be transferred onto the ship that would...
It had been a few days since he'd arrived at the Academy on Serreno and he had already spent all of his free time in the library. The librarian already sending him weird looks given that even though he was walking with a book open in his hands his head didn't seem to show any indication of...