It was becoming nightfall. The air growing colder. Wind blowing smoothly by as Xeno stood next to a cliff on the tall and slender plateau he climbed upon. He looked out at the landscape of his home world Dathomir. Usually he came here to train, to teach his apprentice, to gather his thoughts. That would be what he was he seeking out to do. Gather his thoughts. He had been angry all the time, now he would reflect why he was angry. What actually caused this aggression that had been pointed out many time by others.
The faces of Artorigas, Malou, even Raze swept through his mind at first. Then the others who chose to look down on him such as Lady Tiamat, the Empress Andruil, and many other Sith among the Order. He felt himself grow furious at this thought. A burning rage coursed through his body, he wanted to be able to put them in their place, but he had to grow stronger first. He had to become much more than he is to be able to take out these famous Sith.
Xeno thought on the actuality of the situation. How he would die if he dared to kill any of the Lords. The only one he knew he could kill was Malou, and she wasn't much of an achievement. Only a child, not yet experienced a true battle.
As he would think on his anger and his hunger for revenge, he would dig deep within himself and let out an outburst of anger. Of pure hatred. Lightning began to project outward into the air and the ground cracked and indented underneath him as he would roar out into the nothingness of Dathomir. He would use this as therapy quite often. The heat of the electricity helped him to feel something other than hatred, his roar of anger would help him to release the rage built within himself.
Finishing his exertion of anger the only feeling left within him was pain. The electricity had stopped, he finished his thunderous roar of rage, now knelt down taking in deep breaths as he would feel pain. But not physically no. He felt emotional pain. Heartbreak. The face of his former master, Hrist, had flooded his mind. She had filled all of his thoughts. The sole topic in his mind. Feelings of confusion and pain and sadness had filled his mind. She was graceful, elegant. Beautiful. Everything the Zabrak had wanted, and now he remembered how she didn't love him.. couldn't love him. Xeno gave everything he had for her, and she had shown no sign of loving him back, nor even wanting to. She was stone inside, and now Xeno knew he would have to be the same to move on from her.
It was hard to forget how she looked, what her voice was like, what she smelled like, and they way her presence had lightened his day. He was happy with her. He loved her. Now he had to accept she would never feel the same for him. He needed to forget his feelings for her. When he had came to the realization he needed to forget, he would feel the pain fill his chest, then his throat. A soreness filling him inside, as tears filled his eyes. These tears began to form up and fall down his face. The last time he cried was when he was separated from his sister. The salty water streaming down his cheek, and to his chin, droping to the ground below.
How could she love? I'm nothing but a monster..
The Zabrak began to exert sounds of pain, and sadness. He was crying, some would even say bawling. He could feel his heart breaking inside. The first real love he felt for a woman, and of course she didn't feel the same way for him. She would never feel the same way..
Then Xeno stood still crying, but holding in the sounds being made by holding his breath for a few moments. He would exhale deeply and then draw in a deep breath. He would repeat these breaths as he would look at the edge of the cliff. He wanted so badly not to feel this pain anymore. This insufferable pain. Xeno walked to the edge wanting so badly to just jump. Though he stopped at the ledge. His toes hanging over. It would be so easy to just jump. No one would care. He had no loved ones. Most would even say good riddance.
Why must I not jump? I'm worthless. A failure.... A monster...
Then he took a step back. The image of Artorigas' smug face looking down at Xeno's dead body left a foul taste in his mouth. The anger he felt coming here had began to return. The anger began to drown the heartbreak. The Zabrak had purpose again.. revenge.
The faces of Artorigas, Malou, even Raze swept through his mind at first. Then the others who chose to look down on him such as Lady Tiamat, the Empress Andruil, and many other Sith among the Order. He felt himself grow furious at this thought. A burning rage coursed through his body, he wanted to be able to put them in their place, but he had to grow stronger first. He had to become much more than he is to be able to take out these famous Sith.
Xeno thought on the actuality of the situation. How he would die if he dared to kill any of the Lords. The only one he knew he could kill was Malou, and she wasn't much of an achievement. Only a child, not yet experienced a true battle.
As he would think on his anger and his hunger for revenge, he would dig deep within himself and let out an outburst of anger. Of pure hatred. Lightning began to project outward into the air and the ground cracked and indented underneath him as he would roar out into the nothingness of Dathomir. He would use this as therapy quite often. The heat of the electricity helped him to feel something other than hatred, his roar of anger would help him to release the rage built within himself.
Finishing his exertion of anger the only feeling left within him was pain. The electricity had stopped, he finished his thunderous roar of rage, now knelt down taking in deep breaths as he would feel pain. But not physically no. He felt emotional pain. Heartbreak. The face of his former master, Hrist, had flooded his mind. She had filled all of his thoughts. The sole topic in his mind. Feelings of confusion and pain and sadness had filled his mind. She was graceful, elegant. Beautiful. Everything the Zabrak had wanted, and now he remembered how she didn't love him.. couldn't love him. Xeno gave everything he had for her, and she had shown no sign of loving him back, nor even wanting to. She was stone inside, and now Xeno knew he would have to be the same to move on from her.
It was hard to forget how she looked, what her voice was like, what she smelled like, and they way her presence had lightened his day. He was happy with her. He loved her. Now he had to accept she would never feel the same for him. He needed to forget his feelings for her. When he had came to the realization he needed to forget, he would feel the pain fill his chest, then his throat. A soreness filling him inside, as tears filled his eyes. These tears began to form up and fall down his face. The last time he cried was when he was separated from his sister. The salty water streaming down his cheek, and to his chin, droping to the ground below.
How could she love? I'm nothing but a monster..
The Zabrak began to exert sounds of pain, and sadness. He was crying, some would even say bawling. He could feel his heart breaking inside. The first real love he felt for a woman, and of course she didn't feel the same way for him. She would never feel the same way..
Then Xeno stood still crying, but holding in the sounds being made by holding his breath for a few moments. He would exhale deeply and then draw in a deep breath. He would repeat these breaths as he would look at the edge of the cliff. He wanted so badly not to feel this pain anymore. This insufferable pain. Xeno walked to the edge wanting so badly to just jump. Though he stopped at the ledge. His toes hanging over. It would be so easy to just jump. No one would care. He had no loved ones. Most would even say good riddance.
Why must I not jump? I'm worthless. A failure.... A monster...
Then he took a step back. The image of Artorigas' smug face looking down at Xeno's dead body left a foul taste in his mouth. The anger he felt coming here had began to return. The anger began to drown the heartbreak. The Zabrak had purpose again.. revenge.