Arthos Vynea
Character
Emotions were a powerful thing to a Sith, but it was a tool like all things to be controlled. Those who did not control their passions were enslaved by them as easily as the chattel that the Sith lead around by the nose. His passion though had long evaded him, long spiraled out of his presence, much less his control. She had removed herself from him, and he felt cast off, abandoned to the duties she had left him to. Had he not obeyed all to the letter? Had he not stayed true in his loyalties to her, had he not given every ounce of himself in devotion to her?
Yet here he stood waiting once more aboard his civilian ship awaiting her presence on bent knees. After so long he'd nearly given up on her return for the second time she summoned him from the duties given to him to her side. Perhaps she would still fulfill her end, she would train him in the arts of the Sith, in devotion to the Code. His emotions were like a storm around him as he controlled them and held them under his tight grip.
His emotions were the tool with which he focused the Force to obey his will, and if he allowed the storm a moment beyond what he limited it to he'd lose it. So he focused on it, meditated on it, and through it the Force. Slowly a deadly calm formed in him as he asserted himself over it, not the calm of the Light side, there was no peace, only mastery and control. He'd given himself to her, and she'd abandoned him, and he could allow it to happen no longer.
He knelt there in his black robes his eyes closed as he reached out in the Force for her. If she hid in the White Current he knew it would be to no avail, she'd be hidden by the very Force he sought her out with, but she hadn't done that in some time. Like a spider's web he slowly weaved the Force around him as he searched for her, his awareness growing with each moment. He waited patiently for the touch of her presence, there was no plan nor time time limit, but the decision would be made. She would not abandon him again, he would not lose her to the next exodus among the stars, she would give him what was his due.
[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
Yet here he stood waiting once more aboard his civilian ship awaiting her presence on bent knees. After so long he'd nearly given up on her return for the second time she summoned him from the duties given to him to her side. Perhaps she would still fulfill her end, she would train him in the arts of the Sith, in devotion to the Code. His emotions were like a storm around him as he controlled them and held them under his tight grip.
His emotions were the tool with which he focused the Force to obey his will, and if he allowed the storm a moment beyond what he limited it to he'd lose it. So he focused on it, meditated on it, and through it the Force. Slowly a deadly calm formed in him as he asserted himself over it, not the calm of the Light side, there was no peace, only mastery and control. He'd given himself to her, and she'd abandoned him, and he could allow it to happen no longer.
He knelt there in his black robes his eyes closed as he reached out in the Force for her. If she hid in the White Current he knew it would be to no avail, she'd be hidden by the very Force he sought her out with, but she hadn't done that in some time. Like a spider's web he slowly weaved the Force around him as he searched for her, his awareness growing with each moment. He waited patiently for the touch of her presence, there was no plan nor time time limit, but the decision would be made. She would not abandon him again, he would not lose her to the next exodus among the stars, she would give him what was his due.
[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]