A Higher State of Existance (Warv, Aeralyss, Blood)

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

The woman yelped sharply as she's released, collapsing to her knees. She holds her hands around her throat, gasping for breath, her eyes fluttering shut. All that can be heard for a few moments is the short, chops of breath she's in taking, struggling to push that breath past her formerly constricted windpipe. After a minute or two, her hands fall from her throat and press down onto the floor, sighing heavily after now having caught her breath. Her eyes flash up to Warvanus with violent hatred, staring in silence for no more than a couple seconds before turning to address the man in charge himself; that's assuming he even was a man, as she'd noted before, he seemed like more of a beast, a creature of evil. Her words were clearly directed towards Blood, and Blood alone, despite the fact that her words were simply answering Warv's question,

"Y-yes... Destiny isn't real, I have my own free will, but, with it, I choose to work with you."

[Slade Xandir]

Blood gazed down on the heathen and only found himself exhaling a deep breath after her own stare ripped from that of his Apprentice. He didnt simply watch her with his eyes, but he felt her resilience in the Force. And what he felt was the ebbing away of it. But this fade was not from broken wills, but from understanding. And under his own choice, he murmured to her,

"Desire becomes surrender, and surrender becomes power."

This woman would see her surrender not as something pitiful, but as something that would help her see through to the next day. Blood knew a creature as cunning as an Anzati would know to bide her time until her wiles would win, and as she bided it, she would see how it fared.

"Your desire to live forces you to surrender...and in this surrender, you gain self empowerment."

He neared her fallen form, that single half step enough to cross more than enough distance between the two. Heated breath scorned the air between them as he spoke.

"Pledge your entirety to me, not simply dying in my name...but live for me, for the Sith, and see exactly what path power grants you."

Molten gleam stormed a blaze betwixt he and the Anzati woman.

"Say it. Want it, and release yourself to me. And only then will you have that uncontested hand over the lives of servants and peons."

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as his Master spoke to the Initiate. He stood back his blade sheathed and the hilt of his lightsaber now in his hand. He would not act, not unless commanded. He watched the exchange between the two, this was a pivotal moment for the Anzati. His job had been done, but a shame he could not destroy her, only his Master protected her from certain death at the War Bringer’s hand.

He checked his PSG with the briefest of glances, his focus or attention never leaving the pair that was also in the room. Lord Blood’s will would be done. The hungry Sith Lord would just observe, would the Anzati take that first step? She seemed as if she was on the cusp of it.


Equipment
Bone Plated Armor
PSG
Lightsaber
Vibroblade