"One day it may." Either in Cipher Nine's mind, or within the universe itself. It was why he continued to alter his form.
"Gray." A dark gray that had matched the king's armor. Against the red stone and skin of Korriban, it was a powerful contrast. "But no shade is pure. It mixes with others." Something red gleamed beneath the shell of his face, and the wandering tendrils shaded to black and deep red. Each bled into the other, pooling in deep ridges and raised curves.
By comparison, the Miraluka was... odd. The color of another world, upon a smooth face. There was not a single ridge upon his skin. Some would have found the look perverse.
no subject
"Gray." A dark gray that had matched the king's armor. Against the red stone and skin of Korriban, it was a powerful contrast. "But no shade is pure. It mixes with others." Something red gleamed beneath the shell of his face, and the wandering tendrils shaded to black and deep red. Each bled into the other, pooling in deep ridges and raised curves.
By comparison, the Miraluka was... odd. The color of another world, upon a smooth face. There was not a single ridge upon his skin. Some would have found the look perverse.