Sta.sh
If they ever made a live-action KotOR, Carth could be played by Nico.. [link] ..I'mjustsayin'
*drools*
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KotOR: Grey - Chapter 9 Atton's fist could almost anticipate the pure joy of knocking Mical's perfect white teeth down his throat. By some miracle of self-control – he sure as hell didn't know how – he kept it clenched at his side instead of indulging in the violence that scraped through his veins.KotOR: Grey - Chapter 9 by ~Uilleand
"There isn't much I can do, Atton." Mical's calm acceptance dragged across his frayed temper. If the healer also sounded weary and broken, it meant less than nothing to Atton as he watched Bish struggle to breathe through a crimson froth that bubbled up from her lungs.
"I don't care what you think you can't do, kid! She's dying. Do something!" It was only exha
KotOR: Grey - Chapter 8 The male was quite tall for a human, the woman only slightly less so. If her companion hadn't told her what to look for, Bowen would have never picked the slender woman out as Revan.KotOR: Grey - Chapter 8 by ~Uilleand
Revan.
The very thought had her fur standing on end. When a huge hand descended on her shoulder, she looked up with a snarl.
"Don't you lecture me on peace and serenity," she hissed. "You shouldn't be peeking into my mind anyway."
:I did not have to peek anywhere, little one. You look like you have licked the wrong end of a flare stick.:
"You are, perhaps, the only creature in the universe who could ever think to call me 'little one." It still disconcerted t
KotOR: Grey - Chapter 7 Breathing in the red dust of the settlement's streets, Atton wondered if his old friend would warn his markKotOR: Grey - Chapter 7 by ~Uilleand
Doubted it. Didn't matter anyway. They would both die.
She's one of us.
He pondered that thought from a distance. If V'loren Coltro was one of Revan's elite assassins, she'd be … difficult. If she and Tremen joined forces they might actually be dangerous.
His pulse accelerated with anticipation.
She would know poisons. She would most certainly know pain. Her mind would be a tangled mess of emotion, distraction and lies.
Had he been capable of it, Atton might have actually enjoyed the prospect.
As it was, he merely flipped on
Yearning 
ing my art. I do appreciate 
"My refuge, my secret playground. In here I can be anyone and anything I want to be."
"My refuge, my secret playground. In here I can be anyone and anything I want to be."
