Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
Dantooine, Sith Temple
"Have our ... guests been properly seen to?" The stoic, gruff and emotionless voice rumbled out from the shadows cast by the cowl of the cloak that completely enveloped the form of Darth Lykos, consuming all recognisable features of the Zabrak and transforming him into a formless shape of cloth and a single, burning amber eyes that joined his voice in piercing through the shroud of shadows that concealed the majority of his face.
"Come now, my Lord, is such needless avoidance of fact necessary when not out in the field?" The ice cold and slightly sarcasm laden response by the similarly cloaked female standing at his shoulders roused no anger from the Zabrak, in fact, his emotionless countenance slipped ever so slightly, enough that a soft, ragged chuckle would bounce off of the metal wall of the large room.
"Unless you find yourself in a place of your own, yours to command over and an extension of your domain, then the answer to your question is yes, Gvibr. You will do well to not forget that." His voice had transitioned back to its emotionless state by the end of his snappish statement. "Now, go alert [member="Krest"] to the fact that we are prepared, the delays have been dealt with and that there will no longer any need to restrict the learners from approaching, if he has yet not needed to do so and that he can cease doing so if he has needed to do so."
Bowing her head in submission, the cloaked form swept out on near silent footsteps, the Shadow leaving her Master and leaving Lykos alone with the silence. For a minuet, that silence reigned and the stillness that had allowed Lykos to become such a skilled member of the Sith Assassins meant that he seemed to become an ornament in an otherwise bland room. However, the quiet was soon shattered by a long sigh as Lykos turned and walked over to one of the walls where a pile of wooden sticks were stacked.
As he strode over, a swift and single motion removed the cloak from his form, revealing his battered, scar worn features, ashen hair, leather plate armour and the fact that the only weapon on his person was a sheathed durasteel sword at his hip. Letting the cloak slip out of his hand, Lykos lowed himself atop it and allowed his head to roll backward and rest against the wall as his eyelids slid shut. Allowing his mind to wander, Lykos began to run over the memorised files of those that would be soon appearing before him to learn of how to channel the Force into their weapons and simply settled in to wait.
With no ego to stroke and possessing a view of distrust to those that might bow and simper before him, the fact that him sat, slumped against the wall, was the first view of him that those coming to learn would have did little to bother the Assassin.
[member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"] | [member="Lark"]
"Have our ... guests been properly seen to?" The stoic, gruff and emotionless voice rumbled out from the shadows cast by the cowl of the cloak that completely enveloped the form of Darth Lykos, consuming all recognisable features of the Zabrak and transforming him into a formless shape of cloth and a single, burning amber eyes that joined his voice in piercing through the shroud of shadows that concealed the majority of his face.
"Come now, my Lord, is such needless avoidance of fact necessary when not out in the field?" The ice cold and slightly sarcasm laden response by the similarly cloaked female standing at his shoulders roused no anger from the Zabrak, in fact, his emotionless countenance slipped ever so slightly, enough that a soft, ragged chuckle would bounce off of the metal wall of the large room.
"Unless you find yourself in a place of your own, yours to command over and an extension of your domain, then the answer to your question is yes, Gvibr. You will do well to not forget that." His voice had transitioned back to its emotionless state by the end of his snappish statement. "Now, go alert [member="Krest"] to the fact that we are prepared, the delays have been dealt with and that there will no longer any need to restrict the learners from approaching, if he has yet not needed to do so and that he can cease doing so if he has needed to do so."
Bowing her head in submission, the cloaked form swept out on near silent footsteps, the Shadow leaving her Master and leaving Lykos alone with the silence. For a minuet, that silence reigned and the stillness that had allowed Lykos to become such a skilled member of the Sith Assassins meant that he seemed to become an ornament in an otherwise bland room. However, the quiet was soon shattered by a long sigh as Lykos turned and walked over to one of the walls where a pile of wooden sticks were stacked.
As he strode over, a swift and single motion removed the cloak from his form, revealing his battered, scar worn features, ashen hair, leather plate armour and the fact that the only weapon on his person was a sheathed durasteel sword at his hip. Letting the cloak slip out of his hand, Lykos lowed himself atop it and allowed his head to roll backward and rest against the wall as his eyelids slid shut. Allowing his mind to wander, Lykos began to run over the memorised files of those that would be soon appearing before him to learn of how to channel the Force into their weapons and simply settled in to wait.
With no ego to stroke and possessing a view of distrust to those that might bow and simper before him, the fact that him sat, slumped against the wall, was the first view of him that those coming to learn would have did little to bother the Assassin.
[member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"] | [member="Lark"]