[b]Nero Acerbi[/b]

He waited.

Yea, he had waited for death, to be united with the very thing that had shaped his existence; but it never came. He heard the horrified screeching, the battles of tooth, fangs, and animalistic warfare. Daring to peek open an icy eye, he was quick to close it at the gruesome sight. He turned his head from it all and slowly backed up. The reptile he had recognized as a sentient species: The T'doshok in their native language; were powerful and made for the wilderness like this. This place was his , or hers, playground. 

He slid backwards with his hands leading the way, too afraid to turn his back on the situation. When he grasped the ornate, sterling silver, hilt of his dropped lightsaber; he pulled himself up to his knee-high boots and swallowed his fear. Fear was not suppose to reside in Jedi, that led to the Dark Side. 

Still young and unrefined, he had taken the Trandosion's words to heart. They felt like they were coming from a place of caution, so he had no reason not to. With two shakes of his head, he replied. “Right, thank you.” 

He was more than reluctant to leave the T'doshok's side, so he walked after him as he prowled forward. The dying creature's emotions were still lingering inside of him, the oncoming end had not felt unexpected to it. The quad-legged beast, while unready to die, had accepted it at the end.

[i]Weird,[/i] He uttered, thinking that animals had such a profound way of dealing with the difficult. 

With two clicks, he clipped his Lightsabers back into place. The Force was trembling in this area; fear and uncertainty, malice and resolve, it was all running rampant. It was scary to him, because he knew he shouldn't be capable of feeling it from their distance. It was directly above him; echoing from the central bundle forming in the Force. It growing overwhelming. 

“We're in trouble,” He told himself, face contorted with irritation as he bumped into the back of the Reptile on accident