“ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽’𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚂𝙾 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳... “ dathomir’s spires stand tall and loom dark & threatening, as if able to pierce the heavens above— 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎, to step down from their perch so that a spill of ichor might bless the red drought which consumed the planet, in luscious gold. “ c’mon bd, “ he kneels down, arm extended so that the droid could climb up and onto his back. “ i think you should stick close, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. “ / @beedeeone liked for a starter !
















