WolfMortum
OOC Account
Location: The Fortressa.
Inventory: Jedi Robes | Ring | Lightsaber | Dagger.
Allies: The Confederacy, [member="Naedira Darcrath"].
Opposition: [member="Darth Prazutis"].
“She reminds me of your wife. Broken, helpless. Except she was far more stubborn than this one, it took time but she too broke, you should’ve heard how she screamed..if only you knew what I did to her…Veiere” The Sith Lord answered the presence of the light, Veiere's pace slowing to a gradual halt before the form of [member="Darth Prazutis"] and the fallen women that could only have been [member="Naedira Darcrath"]. He hadn't arrived in time to keep her from the tyrants malicious and brutal onslaught of attacks...-But Veiere could still sense life from within her, and perhaps that would be something he could offer her in this time of horror for her. He understood all too well just how Prazutis liked to toy with his foes, as if a child playing with their food before devouring them.The Sith Lord knew Veiere's weakness, his inability to keep his emotions from coming into play where they two were concerned, for Prazutis loved to dance upon the repressed memories of his families torment, how he succeeded in turning his wife to the Darkside and attacking the Jedi in the one place that was sure to do the most damage, the heart. This time however, it was the younger woman whom distracted him from moving head first into an assault against the Sith, instead concerned for her well-being and wishing not to provoke any further harm to her.
"Why is it that every time we meet, you're picking on younger women..." Veiere replied to the Sith Lord's goading, with an suggestive edge and insult of his own choosing; "There truly is no weaker impression of a man" he added, his tone cold, eyes locked with that of the Sith's whilst his Lightsaber remained in the right hand, blade pointing low to the ground at his side. Slowly, Veiere walked closer to the pair, though certain to keep out of immediate striking range of the Sith Lord, he wished to get a better look of Naedira's condition. "How long must you gloat about my wife?" He asked rhetorically, not actually expecting a genuine answer and yet to finish, "Hiding behind their pain and defeat, the both of us knowing you do not have what it takes to best me here and now..." bold words for any Jedi, especially in the face of someone as powerful as Prazutis, though there was purpose in drawing upon his singular focus, in that no further damage would be done to Naedira; "Now that it is merely the two of us remaining, It's high time you answered for your crimes, and there will be no excuses or distractions this time, when you fall" Sith the likes of Prazutis paid little heed to the Jedi ideologies, yet open and challenging insults, shaming and demeaning the presence for which he got off upon intimidating others, that was something he would take seriously, something he would be less likely to shrug away.
Taking his weapon into a two handed grip, Veiere moved further away from where Naedira now lay, giving Prazutis a firm, challenging lift of his head as if to say 'come and try your luck'. The Jedi's attire would likely only give the Sith confidence, as he wore the traditional robes that he favored, with the only exception being the underlay which acted as a faraday cage in order to combat the likes of energy attacks, the very same that the younger women had suffered from. The confidence that Veiere was boasting, most Jedi that knew him would also find out of character, yet fear or caution in the face of such an opponent would do little to distract from the fallen, where as a true and eager, exciting challenge was something Veiere figured the Sith Lord would wish to pursue.
