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Little escapes the busy gaze that sweeps the teaming light of dark. What is not scouted is heard or felt. With such purpose of history, stock is taken from those meant for loss. Yet this one can no longer be ignored. Years upon years, these eyes have stalked the grounds of the Bogan and Jedi alike; and even those who claim their own away from their roots. Feeling such a hatred for those of his past, this creature of broken trust thinks of nothing else than enacting absolution! And he will have it.
Days have gone by since the recruiting of one so weak as to die by his first challenge, to confront a single Jedi only to be cut down almost immediately. This failure had succeeded in one thing, however. The surviving Jedi had been shown the darkness of his heart, and was being followed still.
Ledo, Pseudon and Father of the Animus, had followed this Jedi hypocrite only to discover a much more worthy power of significance. In total concealment in every sense of Mastery and diminished diligence, the Fallanassi Master looked upon his newest conquest. He had heard of this wronged soul, but as he looked upon him - found a greater curiosity in him on sight. Ledo's personal revenge often took the reigns of his focus, yet his insatiable appetite for greater numbers of even greater outcomes in vengeful malevolence wet with crimson justice always corrected his actions towards desire!
A forked path split before him... Perhaps not. Ledo moved in for a closer look, another scene already unfolding with his future conquest. Ledo would have him! And even have greed's satisfaction, with a guiding hand. Time would tell. And, for now, Ledo would let it weave its tale for him...
Days have gone by since the recruiting of one so weak as to die by his first challenge, to confront a single Jedi only to be cut down almost immediately. This failure had succeeded in one thing, however. The surviving Jedi had been shown the darkness of his heart, and was being followed still.
Ledo, Pseudon and Father of the Animus, had followed this Jedi hypocrite only to discover a much more worthy power of significance. In total concealment in every sense of Mastery and diminished diligence, the Fallanassi Master looked upon his newest conquest. He had heard of this wronged soul, but as he looked upon him - found a greater curiosity in him on sight. Ledo's personal revenge often took the reigns of his focus, yet his insatiable appetite for greater numbers of even greater outcomes in vengeful malevolence wet with crimson justice always corrected his actions towards desire!
A forked path split before him... Perhaps not. Ledo moved in for a closer look, another scene already unfolding with his future conquest. Ledo would have him! And even have greed's satisfaction, with a guiding hand. Time would tell. And, for now, Ledo would let it weave its tale for him...