by Moyr Ahaya » Sat Jul 08, 2017 8:31 pm
Mesmerised by what she had not expected, she began to walk among many herselves, studying them intently. The little Moyr, her family's abomination. The frightened adolescent from the slaver ship. The smuggler queen of life at the age of fifteen, with a smug grin and eyes glazed by whiskey and spice. The Moyr that loved madly, the Moyr that defied recklessly. The frustrated, the wounded, the obnoxious, the daring, the feral... The singing one, the one crying her soul out in the desert. Her gaze was drifting toward contemporaneity... But then way back to the beginnings, to the infant, wondering if something was there, any secret hiding in her lineage that would let her trace a pattern to the path. If Aphr was to be believed, her story had begun before she was born.
"This is true. But this inventory of myself is much wider than that."
Sith | Lethan Twi'lek | Former Smuggler | Shadow | Radical | Subversive | Honorary Fett | ProfileWear: casual, concealing, jungle, or Mandalorian!; Weapon: 'Passion' (shadowsheathed twin-bladed lightsabre), X-30 Lancer, palm stunner, frags; Stuff: commlink, datapad, hand scanner, scramble key, survival kit, stimpacks; Ship: The Bitch, Corellian-Mandalorian hybrid light freighter; Crew: "Gunnie" Wren, co-pilot & T3-X3, maintenance droid; Companions: Virginia, battle droid"You can have only as much liberty as you have the instinct to want and the audacity to take."