Maul

Maul sat atop a jagged rock formation, its weathered surface worn smooth by the constant wind on the desert planet's surface. The twin suns hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in vivid shades of orange and crimson. Maul's yellow and red eyes glared out at the barren landscape, his gaze as unforgiving as the environment around him. His cybernetic legs, sleek and silver, glinting beneath the moonlight. The Zabrak's red skin was painted with intricate black tattoos, depicting scenes of battle and conquest. His bare torso glistened with sweat, a testament to his grueling conditioning regimen. "Come forth, stranger." Maul's voice rasped, his tone even and uninviting. "Have a seat... You needn't be weary of my presence." Maul raised a shakey hand, gesturing to a weathered rock between himself & the campfire. The flames crackled and spat, casting flickering shadows across his angular features. He waited in silence, his chest rising and falling with each deliberate breath.