Walking in Darkness

[Darth Odium]

Odium stood on the smooth black surface of the hanger bay as he waited for his "student". He had said he would teach a promising Sith and despite his dislike of his own k8nd he decided he would keep his word. He knew little of the "Darth" or her personality but he had been told she was irrevocably deranged and giving power to such a creature was amusing to consider.

His black doll-like eyes stared unblinking as the mute began to watch the people move about in the distance. He could almost taste their lives even from here and the ever present hunger welled up within him. He pushed it down for now, that deep consuming ache that begged for relief. His hand hissed across his forearm as he crossed his arms over his chest and solicited a gentle rattle from the bone fetish about his neck. His thick green head tresses snaked across his shoulders to and fro tasting the air as he waited. She would be there soon, he could already taste her sweet madness on the thick warm air.

[member="Darth Vitium"]

 

[Hailyn]

A sense of longing racked her heart, as though she had been lost in the abyss of time, her goals forgotten and her interest in anything but a narrow few discarded with reckless abandon, and she wished to be rid of it. She had, at one time in the past, searched for knowledge and power with a thirst unquenchable, sought great masters to teach her what she had only dreamed of in youth, and now she found herself aging - young, but aging nonetheless - with no such companions, and a youth to raise of her own. It was very trying, and she wondered if she was ready to call herself a master, though she had no doubts that she was certainly no weak whelp to be tossed about in battle - she was very aware of her particular abilities, both strengths and weaknesses - but it came as a frightful uncertainty that she realized that she had not yet completely grasped her situation, and felt embarrassed to admit to herself that she had lost a master too soon, even if she had learned all there had been to learn from the Sith.

And so she turned to a man that was both unknown and renown, a Sith Lord that was obscure in practice but famous in rumors and silent conversations. It was he who had been rumored to know of the tricks of sorcery, sorcery that lay in a realm she had always searched for but never truly found. Her only expedition, trial even, into the territory of invoking the spirits of the dead was her foolish attempt to speak with a terrible being in the far reaches of the unknown regions during her search for a clue for as to what the map she had in her possession, copied now to her personal archives, would lead her to. It did not take so long for the voice to hint to her of the ancient Exar Kun - which led to her realization of Naga Sadow's holocron and its location.

But she was not here for help in search for a holocron, she wished to know more sorcery, to become a true master of its dark practices rather than simply a handful of spells and such, so that when she had at last the holocron of the ancient Naga Sadow in her hands, it would be with the wisdom of a sorceress that she could comprehend its presumably large pool of knowledge. It did help that she'd made a prominent name for herself as being rather deluded, at least in how extreme she was in her search for power - more than a mere handful had seen or experienced her sort of passion. Stepping out from the rather shoddy civilian craft that she had flew in on as a passenger, happily flying under the radar for once, she approached the Nautolan, [member="Darth Odium"], and smiled crookedly. She could smell the danger that he just reeked of, it was refreshing to at last have a master, temporary or not.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Vitium"]

To call him pleased to see the woman would have been a terrible lie. The smell of coolant and fuel vapors from the ships hung in the too still air as he cocked his head to the side to fix the creature with those orbs black as pitch. The clamor of workers and droids of one kind or another was barely registered as his hunger grew. He had not fed in weeks longer than he had gone last time to be sure but with each feeding on the force on life the pain only increased. Such was the price of addiction. A small smile turned the corner of his dry dark olive lips before he looked out at the normal people of this useless rock that they stood on.

The Darkside permeated his presence as the myriad bound souls began to scream within him. Scream for aid, as warnings to the woman, from pain of their own and perhaps countless other reasons as they had begun to do when his hunger pangs grew strong. His nails dug into his palms as he fought the urge to feed on the woman's power...she was strong, quite strong. The Darkness, the thirst for power, the longing for more of the darkside's "gifts", he knew it all so well and he desired to rip it from her like a beast tearing intestines from its kill. Slowly he felt himself reaching out through the force a dark tendril of pain fueled power stretched at the woman as he simply stared forward. The drain life tendril tried to brushed her soul like the dry tongue of a parched feline before quickly being pulled under control. He shook his head as if fighting chills before meeting her eyes and projecting his dark thoughts into her too pretty head.

<<Do you hate me, Sith?>>

 

[Hailyn]

There was something hideously alluring about the Nautolan, and perhaps the intimidation of his reputation was the defining reason for that. The smile she was met with was more than dissatisfying, he had not been pleased with her arrival - perhaps hoping she would not have shown? It was rather amusing, however, when she felt the slight tug at her heartstrings as she drew near - not in the emotional sense, but in foreboding perhaps. Although she often actively attempted to avoid the company of such infamous Sith Lords, known for their treachery and such deeds of evil, there would be an except for Odium - perhaps a temporary one, but one nonetheless. A silent chill ran up and down her spine and she visibly, albeit only slightly, shook at the sensation. 'No, nor do I fear you.' She replied, coolly. She was not often one to be blunt, but she did not wish to hang about in a ship hangar all evening, nor be bothered by the common rabble that scurried passed in confusion or anxiety. "Perhaps we could venture elsewhere? A place of solitude, perhaps." The blonde suggested with an off-handed gesture, blinking slowly and rolling her eyes as someone made it a point to walk far around them to avoid the two Sith.

She was, of course, used to this treatment and in a ways it was certainly helpful to get where she wanted or what she wanted without question, but it was also a burden when she wished to travel without prying eyes always knowing where she was going. This little meeting would also be a stepping stone into the realm of possibilities to avoid this social tension in the future - though she figured further talents would of course be required. Looking towards Odium she pursed her lips and slid a slender hand up to her hip and waited, as though she hadn't had all day. She could certainly be quite the rebellious punk when she wanted to.

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Vitium"]

His black eyes inspected her as he quietly savored the sensation of her force essence. It was like a drug a terrible stimulant that he would quickly become addicted to if not careful. He took a breath as she spoke. 'Such arrogance, such strength' he thought considering her a new.

<<Fear is the mother of wisdom.>> he said coldly though the 'flavor' of her power lingered. <<we go. Your lesson will require a sacrifice.>

He watched as she pursed her lips and stood as if some starlet expecting to be obeyed. Her hair the color of flaxen grain with the texture of shimmer silk. He could smell her uncertainty and her impatience, a Nautolan gift. He could see himself breaking such a one, or being drawn to her.

<<Choose a ship and we'll go.>> He said as his predatory thoughts began to stir once more. To learn life and force drain you had to experience it. To bind spirits you needed to be surrounded by death. Her lessons would be things to remember.