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⠀ ⠀ ᥫ᭡.
⠀ ⠀ ˖ ࣪ ☠︎ ⋆.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ʀᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ,
ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇɪᴢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ
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The streets of Janix were /busy/. Maul preferred to keep his presence within the shadows, as if he were a puppeteer pulling the strings to execute his grand plan. Aggravation pulled at the edges of his mind as he walked amongst a crowd, comfortably concealed within his cloak.
/ i know i haven’t gotten to these yet, but when i do they may be a bit shorter. i feel as though i may have overwhelmed myself with large threads. if anyone’s still interested, feel free to like this and ill post a interaction starter.
The Zabrak stares at the cup, a slight scowl morphing onto his expression at the seemingly polite gesture. Unfortunately, he doesn’t accept anything from strangers.
“May I /help/ you?”
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hands a freshly brewed cup of cassius tea to @hornedshadow.
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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝔪𝔞𝔲𝔩 retweeted
girl dad maul is something so personal to me #maulshadowlord
delusion seems to be rampant through your mind today. although, i am not surprised.
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Anger. Fear. Frustration. Sorrow. All emotions the Zabrak harbored deep within his tortured soul, turning the emotions into a weapon. Meditation was a good time for him to reflect, to recenter those emotions and realign himself with his goal. His hands rested on his knees, eyes -
shut as his legs folded with his ankles tucked and his knees spread wide. He didn’t do this for relaxation, no. The shadow never had a moment to relax, and he wasn’t sure he wanted one either. It would leave him with his thoughts, the events that fed his pain and suffering, -
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝔪𝔞𝔲𝔩 retweeted
why does the 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 remain 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄? I will never ever be sure ╱ but if it 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃、 I wouldn't know 𝐖𝐇𝐎 I was anymore.




























