by Moyr Ahaya » Wed Jul 12, 2017 11:32 pm
Moyr was both excited and terrified by the insight, terrified because she was excited. She knew that the thirst for power the mask had awoken cannot be simply retired and this new approach, while in many ways inferior because of the cost it imposed on the body, would not be something she would completely avoid. The question remained: was it how Zash had started to damage her mortal coil? Was it her final goal, to discredit Moyr's opposition by forcing her onto a path that would lead to where Zash was now? The realisation of the possibility shook her to the core.
"What was it what she tried on you?" She asked finally, once the lesson was finished.
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."