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[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

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[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎✗ ‎ 𝕽𝐄͟𝐍͟ . @VADERLEGACIES]

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[─┈ 𝐑͟𝐄͟𝐕͟𝐀͟𝐍͟ … @RECLAlMED]

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[─┈ 𝙎͟𝘾͟𝘼͟𝙍͟𝙁͟𝘼͟𝘾͟𝙀͟ … @PARlAHS]

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[─┈ 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐓͟ … @DlSAVOW]

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[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

——

than any human’s …
he never thought he would live to see that serve him well.

his hand twisted at his wrist, as if rubbing it in thought as he continued to hold his own hand close.

“ . . i would not endanger the boy . “

to be avenged, he 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 .

[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

the scent of a wound now thoroughly meeting the fabric wrapped around his hand had granted maul a smell that had followed him like like a plague he could not get rid of, one that he refused to cure.

his blood laced together with kenobi’s scent. it assaulted his mind with ——

[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

——

not mine .

no one would track a zabrak’s blood on tatooine unless they were slavers, and i assure you they would 𝙣𝙤𝙩 be an issue . “

his nose scrunched with that, venom spiking in his tone. he glanced down at his nails, stained with a deep crimson, noticeably darker——

[─┈ 𝐀͟𝐓͟𝐓͟𝐎͟𝐍͟ … @VITRIOLlCS]

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[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

|| i might’ve ,,,, done a little sumn 🫣

[─┈ 𝐀͟𝐓͟𝐓͟𝐎͟𝐍͟ … @VITRIOLlCS]

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[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

——

and the dryness in his throat was accounted for in his voice.

and still, he did not snatch his hand away. he did not even spit out something vicious.

he stood and stared at his greatest bane like a 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 .

[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

maul was left staring at his palm once obi-wan took his newly tattered robe back.

it was a mangled thing, the crimson skin he was born with adorned with black ink and having been mauled with his own rage. the scars that replaced soft lines told the story that this was ——

[─┈ 𝐌͟𝐀͟𝐔͟𝐋͟ … @DOMlRS]

——

did.

obi-wan smiled at him, and whatever strange feeling he knew must be a new layer of hate writhed in his chest.

it made his throat dry, and he hadn’t noticed how his blood stained fingertips began to tremble.

“ what are you 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 ? “

the zabrak spoke, ——