The Eternal (?)
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- Dec 15, 2018
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Valentine walked for what felt like hours but he lost the passage of time a while ago. The sun would rise and fall and it didn't matter or was worth a care, continuing on his path straight as his gaze couldn't leave from that direction still. He had walked through ravines, valleys, and other natural formations but his path never changed. Even the life on Korriban had left him be through his travel. When he had first started a pack of Tu'kata had decided to track him throughout one of the days, following him atop of hills and safe distances. When the creatures finally drew enough courage and closed in on him they instantly retreated, almost submissively, like they could smell the vile poison that flowed through his veins but also what it stood for. Nothing stood in his path, they wouldn't dare risk it.
Valentine was practically mute the entire trip, feeling the darkness inside him start to spread further and further throughout his body, slowly corrupting whatever it touched. He lifted his hand to his gaze, seeing that now all of his fingers were black to the knuckle and the veins more pronounced along his arm. It was like the mask was already leaching off of him, consuming his life-force as he was already a better prize then what it was already using for a substitute. As Valentine reached closer to the tomb it was now the Pure-Bloods that stalked him, their yellow eyes reflecting in the shadows as they peered from their caves in curiosity. Humans were rarely spotted this deep in the desert, everyone on Korriban knew this was where the savage Pure-Bloods made their home. Just like the Tu'kata, they could sense the vile and inhuman presence that radiated from him and when they saw his black fingers it was instantly clear what this was for. This was a tradition they have seen for thousands of years and they knew the repercussions when they tried to interfere.
It was night time when Valentine finally reached the tomb, the pull almost unbearably strong as he felt this urge throughout his whole body to enter it. It was almost enough to kill and he had to breathe to control himself. The tomb's doors were massive but hidden well in the rock wall and it surprised Valentine, there were no statues, no fixtures, nothing. It was as if it was made to keep something locked in and hidden, more of a vault than a tomb. The Dark Side flowed from it like nothing Valentine had experienced before as if it was its own nexus in itself, the heart of corruption and where it was birthed. Valentine now glanced down at his hand, now seeing it fully darken up to his wrist as if it decayed. The voices were talking louder but he couldn't decipher what they were saying, unfocusing every time he tried to hone in on them. Valentine held his head with his other, it causing his head to ache like something was slamming it with an icepick. He didn't know what to do and he spoke for the first time in a long time, his voice raspy and barely audible, "What... now?"
Valentine was practically mute the entire trip, feeling the darkness inside him start to spread further and further throughout his body, slowly corrupting whatever it touched. He lifted his hand to his gaze, seeing that now all of his fingers were black to the knuckle and the veins more pronounced along his arm. It was like the mask was already leaching off of him, consuming his life-force as he was already a better prize then what it was already using for a substitute. As Valentine reached closer to the tomb it was now the Pure-Bloods that stalked him, their yellow eyes reflecting in the shadows as they peered from their caves in curiosity. Humans were rarely spotted this deep in the desert, everyone on Korriban knew this was where the savage Pure-Bloods made their home. Just like the Tu'kata, they could sense the vile and inhuman presence that radiated from him and when they saw his black fingers it was instantly clear what this was for. This was a tradition they have seen for thousands of years and they knew the repercussions when they tried to interfere.
It was night time when Valentine finally reached the tomb, the pull almost unbearably strong as he felt this urge throughout his whole body to enter it. It was almost enough to kill and he had to breathe to control himself. The tomb's doors were massive but hidden well in the rock wall and it surprised Valentine, there were no statues, no fixtures, nothing. It was as if it was made to keep something locked in and hidden, more of a vault than a tomb. The Dark Side flowed from it like nothing Valentine had experienced before as if it was its own nexus in itself, the heart of corruption and where it was birthed. Valentine now glanced down at his hand, now seeing it fully darken up to his wrist as if it decayed. The voices were talking louder but he couldn't decipher what they were saying, unfocusing every time he tried to hone in on them. Valentine held his head with his other, it causing his head to ache like something was slamming it with an icepick. He didn't know what to do and he spoke for the first time in a long time, his voice raspy and barely audible, "What... now?"