D O M I N U S
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F E A S T
Tag:
Srina Talon
, Lavria Xedrim,
Cordelia Malkavian
COPPERLINE
Vatha Sector, Expansion Region
One Taste.
The Mission to Copperline had seen the Confederacy encounter the beyond. In particular, the Night Mother had seen beyond the veil of life and death. Irate spirits from beyond festered within the space above the troubled world, and thus they had sworn to investigate. While the liege of the Solanaceae chapter was confident that communion was the answer, the Vicelord followed a different path. Yet, to tread upon it with his charges, the first step was to be the prey. He had summoned them, his apprentices three, firstly into the belly of his personal warship: the Dread Queen.
From thence, they boarded a smaller, Scimitar Courier and launched - headed in the supposed direction of the spirits.
It was during the transit time that the Sith produced a small bottle and offered it to his students to inspect. Trapped within the transparent vessel was an insect plucked from a distant land. Though grotesque in appearance, its natural talents were instrumental to the goal that Darth Metus had in mind. Hunger. In order to master this ideal, the students would first need to feel the sting of the creature upon their own flesh. After a brief few moments spent answering questions, the trio agreed. One was obedient. One was concerned for their condition. One was eager.
In the end, the creature unleashed upon their skin acted under the dominion of their Master. He would not see their flesh rotting, nor the whole of their person exhausted. Rather, the sting was allowed to persist only long enough for their bodies to identify the flow. By the time the Droch was removed from the flesh of each apprentice, an innate understanding had been bestowed. They would, with focus, be able to perceive the flow of energies within another living being. Life, and unlife for that matter, would not simply exist before their eyes. Should they will it, they could see the truth.
And with witnessing the truth came the ability to devour.
Having been subject to the drain...Having felt their energies coursing away from their natural paths like a river into the Droch...they would be able to replicate. And before them, just beyond the hull of their vessel, existed an amble source to feast upon. Yet, before the Sith would allow them to feast upon those beyond, a test was required. He needed to ensure that the lesson took. Therefore, once the beetle was returned to its glass prison, he motioned with his dominant hand for their eyes to lay upon his form. "Congratulations, you each survived." he said, with an edge of amusement in his tone. Of course they did. They were his apprentices, after all.
"Now, the time has come to test your ability. You will learn self-control whilst...feeding." His gaze slid over to Cordelia for but a moment. "Should you let yourself go, and feast too much, too quickly, you risk losing yourself to the appetite. Thus, before I loose you on the beyond... His offhand rose and began to pluck at the fingers of his glove. One by one, the flesh of his dominant hand was revealed to them, before being offered. "You will each feast upon me. Your task is to replicate the sensation you felt from the Droch. But do not allow yourself to feast too deeply."
Though obscured by his mask, his lips curved into a smile.
"Now then, which of you will go first?"
Vatha Sector, Expansion Region
One Taste.
The Mission to Copperline had seen the Confederacy encounter the beyond. In particular, the Night Mother had seen beyond the veil of life and death. Irate spirits from beyond festered within the space above the troubled world, and thus they had sworn to investigate. While the liege of the Solanaceae chapter was confident that communion was the answer, the Vicelord followed a different path. Yet, to tread upon it with his charges, the first step was to be the prey. He had summoned them, his apprentices three, firstly into the belly of his personal warship: the Dread Queen.
From thence, they boarded a smaller, Scimitar Courier and launched - headed in the supposed direction of the spirits.
It was during the transit time that the Sith produced a small bottle and offered it to his students to inspect. Trapped within the transparent vessel was an insect plucked from a distant land. Though grotesque in appearance, its natural talents were instrumental to the goal that Darth Metus had in mind. Hunger. In order to master this ideal, the students would first need to feel the sting of the creature upon their own flesh. After a brief few moments spent answering questions, the trio agreed. One was obedient. One was concerned for their condition. One was eager.
In the end, the creature unleashed upon their skin acted under the dominion of their Master. He would not see their flesh rotting, nor the whole of their person exhausted. Rather, the sting was allowed to persist only long enough for their bodies to identify the flow. By the time the Droch was removed from the flesh of each apprentice, an innate understanding had been bestowed. They would, with focus, be able to perceive the flow of energies within another living being. Life, and unlife for that matter, would not simply exist before their eyes. Should they will it, they could see the truth.
And with witnessing the truth came the ability to devour.
Having been subject to the drain...Having felt their energies coursing away from their natural paths like a river into the Droch...they would be able to replicate. And before them, just beyond the hull of their vessel, existed an amble source to feast upon. Yet, before the Sith would allow them to feast upon those beyond, a test was required. He needed to ensure that the lesson took. Therefore, once the beetle was returned to its glass prison, he motioned with his dominant hand for their eyes to lay upon his form. "Congratulations, you each survived." he said, with an edge of amusement in his tone. Of course they did. They were his apprentices, after all.
"Now, the time has come to test your ability. You will learn self-control whilst...feeding." His gaze slid over to Cordelia for but a moment. "Should you let yourself go, and feast too much, too quickly, you risk losing yourself to the appetite. Thus, before I loose you on the beyond... His offhand rose and began to pluck at the fingers of his glove. One by one, the flesh of his dominant hand was revealed to them, before being offered. "You will each feast upon me. Your task is to replicate the sensation you felt from the Droch. But do not allow yourself to feast too deeply."
Though obscured by his mask, his lips curved into a smile.
"Now then, which of you will go first?"
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