Abelain Narv'uk
The Bloodseeker
The "Praxeum" that he had been informed about was far different than what the Arue'tii had initially expected when informed about its existence. Of course, he hadn't entirely expected to the place to be nearly as bloody and vicious as a One Sith temple, but simultaneously it was the only type of training ground that he had encountered for Force sensitives. Whereas the places he had been had focused almost entirely on combative abilities and skills; essentially turning what might have been perceived to be a 'religious' site into merely another training camp, it seemed that the Praxeum here was less specialized in the arts of violence.
That wasn't to say that the fighting aspect was entirely absent, or that it was even very difficult to locate. It took the Arue'tii only a few moments of walking about the establishment before he had come across persons striking at assorted dummies, or occasionally even sparring with one another. Yet, there was a fundamental lacking of bloodthirstiness that accompanied the creation of a Sith temple, and whilst some of those combatants were certainly invested in their fights, it was evident with a simple glance that none would pursue the battle beyond an agreed threshold.
Abelain absent-mindedly twiddled with the lightsaber at his side, red cape swaying gently behind him as he continued stalking around the place, satisfying his curiosity by glancing into every crevice and crook that he could run across. In this room there were people meditating, silent and serene in their trance. In that room there were more people striking at dummies and one another, dancing around in that carnal way that accompanied even mock combat. In that room... there was storage of some manner or another, though he wasn't so curious as to scry into someone else's property, especially not when so many political implications would ride across such an action.
He began to project his senses outward, allowing the Force to enhance his sensory abilities; or, perhaps more accurately to reveal a sense that he could not have accessed whatsoever without it. He could feel the Light pouring off of some of those nearby, especially located within those who were practicing their meditations. There was some semblance of Darkness that followed those engaged in battle, though it was a minuscule amount, indicative of the fact that they were simply passionate of their battle, not necessarily on the side of the Darkness.
There was a sudden specter of shadow that crossed his senses, and his eyes snapped open in surprise. The sense had not picked him up at first, but now that he was aware of his presence, the Arue'tii could scent him not far from himself, could smell the iron blood that poured through his veins. The large Arue'tii set off towards the target, continuing to scent the air with a predatory hunger that was... admittedly difficult to contain at times. He stumbled into a large open room where the faintest impressions of smoke still drifted through the air from the ignited dummy. A lone personage remained in the place, and Abelain allowed his senses to spread outwards once more, verifying what he had already discovered.
Dark Sider.
[member="Darlyn Excron"]
That wasn't to say that the fighting aspect was entirely absent, or that it was even very difficult to locate. It took the Arue'tii only a few moments of walking about the establishment before he had come across persons striking at assorted dummies, or occasionally even sparring with one another. Yet, there was a fundamental lacking of bloodthirstiness that accompanied the creation of a Sith temple, and whilst some of those combatants were certainly invested in their fights, it was evident with a simple glance that none would pursue the battle beyond an agreed threshold.
Abelain absent-mindedly twiddled with the lightsaber at his side, red cape swaying gently behind him as he continued stalking around the place, satisfying his curiosity by glancing into every crevice and crook that he could run across. In this room there were people meditating, silent and serene in their trance. In that room there were more people striking at dummies and one another, dancing around in that carnal way that accompanied even mock combat. In that room... there was storage of some manner or another, though he wasn't so curious as to scry into someone else's property, especially not when so many political implications would ride across such an action.
He began to project his senses outward, allowing the Force to enhance his sensory abilities; or, perhaps more accurately to reveal a sense that he could not have accessed whatsoever without it. He could feel the Light pouring off of some of those nearby, especially located within those who were practicing their meditations. There was some semblance of Darkness that followed those engaged in battle, though it was a minuscule amount, indicative of the fact that they were simply passionate of their battle, not necessarily on the side of the Darkness.
There was a sudden specter of shadow that crossed his senses, and his eyes snapped open in surprise. The sense had not picked him up at first, but now that he was aware of his presence, the Arue'tii could scent him not far from himself, could smell the iron blood that poured through his veins. The large Arue'tii set off towards the target, continuing to scent the air with a predatory hunger that was... admittedly difficult to contain at times. He stumbled into a large open room where the faintest impressions of smoke still drifted through the air from the ignited dummy. A lone personage remained in the place, and Abelain allowed his senses to spread outwards once more, verifying what he had already discovered.
Dark Sider.
[member="Darlyn Excron"]