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From Temple to Planet, to Battle to Chase... A long time this one's been under eye, disappearing just as he would reappear; more challenged than the last. Just as he was gifted, he was conflicted; afflicted with his search of 'how', of a means to fill his interpreted emptiness. The most difficult entity to track of date, this Shade only left an emoting signature for but the most skilled to even get a moment's hold of in his confusing efforts to understand himself.
Ledo, devouring any bit given within his reach, the predator in every meaning; would sip into the hinted mind like the drinking of a poison into an already deluded liquid, to mix with the swirling likeness of thick methanol in water.
Having delved into premonition of planning, the two figures stand in silent conversation as his prey approaches. Upon further examination, the Shade would have no doubts in seeing that familiar Khutarrah standing uncomfortably close with his chin over an unknown figure's shoulder; and vice versa. In the dark of Nar Shaddaa's compact shadows, the second figure's back is all that can be seen in this intimate dialog. Though, as the prey approaches, the peculiar unknown would lift away from Khutarrah in response to the Shade's arrival; with plenty of time to disappear, Ledo (with no particular alignment or aura) would step off and vanish into the crisscrossing paths of the distance.
On reaching Khutarrah, his words would slur. He would not understand the immediate circumstances, his senses and memory absent previously to just now begin returning to him. All of his thoughts and words would point to the man he spoke with moments before, ignorant to his identity. An undeniable urge to follow the figure would reinforce with a flash of his face, most prominent in the depiction's eyes and jagged teeth. Just as alluring, would be his vanishing challenge of truly masking his visual image in a complex puzzle with intentional weaknesses to be unlocked by his follower should he decide to follow. If not, Ledo had something else in mind...
Ledo, devouring any bit given within his reach, the predator in every meaning; would sip into the hinted mind like the drinking of a poison into an already deluded liquid, to mix with the swirling likeness of thick methanol in water.
Having delved into premonition of planning, the two figures stand in silent conversation as his prey approaches. Upon further examination, the Shade would have no doubts in seeing that familiar Khutarrah standing uncomfortably close with his chin over an unknown figure's shoulder; and vice versa. In the dark of Nar Shaddaa's compact shadows, the second figure's back is all that can be seen in this intimate dialog. Though, as the prey approaches, the peculiar unknown would lift away from Khutarrah in response to the Shade's arrival; with plenty of time to disappear, Ledo (with no particular alignment or aura) would step off and vanish into the crisscrossing paths of the distance.
On reaching Khutarrah, his words would slur. He would not understand the immediate circumstances, his senses and memory absent previously to just now begin returning to him. All of his thoughts and words would point to the man he spoke with moments before, ignorant to his identity. An undeniable urge to follow the figure would reinforce with a flash of his face, most prominent in the depiction's eyes and jagged teeth. Just as alluring, would be his vanishing challenge of truly masking his visual image in a complex puzzle with intentional weaknesses to be unlocked by his follower should he decide to follow. If not, Ledo had something else in mind...