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Post by Bobbi on Jul 9, 2007 10:22:41 GMT -5
In the eerie silence of dawn, just when the clouds were passing over the opening rays of the sun, giving the skies a sight that could only be described of as fire, she waited. She was watching, her hand clentched around a silver lightsaber handle. It was cracked, and worn, but the weapon still worked.
Ureala had put up with the waiting, with the wondering when he would show -- when he would try something. Ureala Tekal was tired of waiting for death to come seeking her. She went looking for it, instead. The eldest of Murra's children had slipped out of the house, sneaking into the early morning air like a wraith.
"Where are you, you son of a bitch?" She whispered, her eyes scanning the park around her. She was in Coronet City's central park, and her mind was open to the Force. She was past the anguish of having watched her son, her only child, being murdered before her eyes. What was left in it's wake was only a hunger -- the blood thirsty desire to see blood spilt for blood. Leato Kan she thought, her fingers tightening around the hilt. You took my mother, you took my brother, and you took my son. I'll be damned to hells if you take me or Solomon as well.
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