SHMI, THE WISE ONE [open]

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    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, former Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    The desert is unbearably cold at night, he knows this. His cape shreds are hooded over his exposed head and his body is curled around the leopard cubs.


    Akar Hinil went out walking one day, walking one day, walking one day, Anakin's ears pricked and his brow furrowed at the voice, but he kept his head down.



    Akar Hinil went out walking one day, down from Mos Entha,


    He....knew that song, it was part of the Freedom Trail, a clue. That wasn't Tena's voice, was someone just messing with him?


    And as he went walking he met a Jawa, a clever Jawa,


    His head rose, flipping back his hood and watching the sand outside- a figure, scattered but shaped by sand, an outline Anakin knew without doubt.


    "Mom?"


    a desert Jawa, he met a Jawa and asked her fair if she could spare a cup of water.


    She sung back to him, her misty apparation tilted at the sky and looking at her son occasionally, seeing if he was following.


    The spirit stood, walking out of the moonlight and towards the den. Anakin laid down, cowering to the spirit.


    “Here’s water,” said she,“I’ll spare it free,if you’ll but buy a droid from me.” 


    He looked back up, making out a smile on her maw as his eyes widened.


    From sand to sand, he supposed- reaching out for her, a small part of him wishing his mommy was here to help him escape- but she pulled away, shaking he head.


    "Why not?"


    The spirit's head turned, gesturing to Tena's den, then back at him. Anakin glanced at the den then back to the spirit, who still smilled thoughtfully.


    "Chelii and Chelii, both must return to the sand." Shmi said, nodding at him. "Lost, but the sand calls them here.... Anakin swallowed, shutting his eyes tightly as the spirit finally moved, and a sandy paw touched the top of his head, giving him a pat.


    He looked at her, and she vanished. The sand fell from the air and landed on the ground and his face, causing him to sneeze (and that hurt too.)


    He stood, looking at the sand and brushing it away. He draped his cape over the cubs, then moved outside, sitting down and shutting his eyes, readying himself for meditation.