Dathomir, Homeworld, 2200 Hours
This was the first time hunting since the death of his father. A memory he had held dear to him growing up. When Drexus was young it was all he ever looked forward to when his father came home. Now, he would never get that chance again.. and he'll never get to say goodbye. His father, Draugr, was not always the most keen on feelings but, when he was with his kids he showed it in the best way he could. Drexus knew this, and never blamed him for what he had been like before his death.
Now he was coping the best way he knew how.. to hunt. It was the one thing he felt happy doing and even now, out in the jungles of Dathomir, he still felt empty. Like there was hole in his heart that couldn't be filled. Yet, here was trying his best to do exactly that. Anger and sadness filling him and confusing him more and more as he sat blankly staring at the fire he had built.
Looking at the spear he crafted at the age of ten with his father for their first hunt together. The etchings of his father's writing, "Strength is mental, skill is spiritual, power is eternal" written along the wooden handle. Drexus' thumb grazing the etching back and forth as he went through his head how he could have prevented his father leaving for Hutt space.. how if he had said that his sister was sick, maybe his father would've stayed.. how if he said mother was ill it would change things... How, if he had said he loved him.. his father might've stayed another night home..
Now he was coping the best way he knew how.. to hunt. It was the one thing he felt happy doing and even now, out in the jungles of Dathomir, he still felt empty. Like there was hole in his heart that couldn't be filled. Yet, here was trying his best to do exactly that. Anger and sadness filling him and confusing him more and more as he sat blankly staring at the fire he had built.
Looking at the spear he crafted at the age of ten with his father for their first hunt together. The etchings of his father's writing, "Strength is mental, skill is spiritual, power is eternal" written along the wooden handle. Drexus' thumb grazing the etching back and forth as he went through his head how he could have prevented his father leaving for Hutt space.. how if he had said that his sister was sick, maybe his father would've stayed.. how if he said mother was ill it would change things... How, if he had said he loved him.. his father might've stayed another night home..
@LadyRen