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

[Kell Sangros]

The shuttle had reached Sojourn without incident. He had wondered if he could have pulled that off again, as he was in the heart of enemy territory. Warvanus had hoped that this was worth it. Time would tell with these things. His protocol droid “Karl” had begun shutdown procedures on the shuttle craft. He pressed the button that would open the boarding ramp, and walked out.

He waited at the foot of the shuttle. He had spoken to Aeralyss about the Force and the Sith on the shuttle’s short trip to Sojourn, this one would require not only training but a taming as well. Chances are he would be tasked with the early training and then Lord Blood would take her as his next apprentice.

When his guest would descend the ramp he pointed at a majestic looking complex “Lord Blood is inside, he knows we are here” he did not know if his Master would meet them or if they would have to come to him. It didnt matter either way.

He looked at Aeralyss again and motioned for her to accompany him , and so they walked towards the entrance of Lord Blood’s personal domain.

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

Aeralyss looked up at the complex with awe, but attempted to mask her expression with general indifference. She pulled her hood back and tied her ebony hair up quickly into a ponytail, lowering her face wraps at the same time. She glances back towards the man as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, looking almost worried? No, not worried, it seemed more like impatience. She wasn't concerned about meeting the man, she was worried that this conversation was going to take up more time than she felt fair, or necessary.

The woman walks alongside Warv, hooking her arm into his as they moved, assuming he was there simply to escort her. After all, this is what she'd seen the noblemen and women do to each other, and as the man had explained on the trip, the Sith were indeed noble beings. She looked up and over to the Sith man, lips pursing slightly,

"Is he going to kriffing try to kill me? He sounds like the kind of dick who would try and pull some poodoo like that..."

[Kell Sangros]

Her gesture was unexpected. Warvanus had no need for such things. As they walked to his complex he wanted to chuckle but he didn’t because the question was not completely ridiculous.

“I’ve never seen him kill an Acolyte on the first day, Blood only kills when the need calls for it, whatever you do, do not keep him waiting” he said but that decision fully rested on his Master’s shoulders. “If you find favor with him, he will most likely task me to begin your training, and when you reach a certain point he will take over and then you will be his apprentice.” He was a Lord now but still was his apprentice he never stopped learning.

He added as an afterthought “Unless he decides to eat you” he tone had no humor it was matter of fact but he was sure that rang through her thoughts now. He took a secret pleasure in it. They continued their approach to the complex.

[Slade Xandir]

At the top of the Mansion, there was a study room. And in the study room, opened a balcony. Upon this balcony, was Lord Blood.

As he stood there, staring at the entirety of the Moon before him, he felt the vibrations of words Within his senses. From those words, he knew the scent of from which they came. From that scent, that aura, Blood knew that they were born from his closest Lord. Warvanus was talking to someone. In the someone was someone he did not know

As much as Blood trusted Warvanus, the Dragon King was always wary, no matter whether it was with those who he considered himself trusting, or someone random that was with someone he considered trusting. He already knew that it took nothing but a second for betrayal to begin. He also knew that the same tactics that he was using to betray Tormentous could easily be used against himself. It was an endless pit the multitude of ways one could stab another in the back. And the draconian knew atleast that he was ignorant in the ones that were only just be on his peripheral. However, anyone who stepped to him at this point in time would know he was not one to easily be taken from the reign which he considered himself earning. Blood would take no chances, and he would also leave no survivors.

Yet come on this particular day, he felt no unrest upon the moon of sojourn. Everything was as it was meant to be, and all was still. One could say there was Harmony on this Moon. Another could say that very same Harmony shielded secrets that none dare to look upon. However one thing could be certain...

Who ever Warvanus had brought was more than likely not going to be prepared to meet this beast of a man.

Massive, 7 feet and total from base of feet to top of dual horn crowned head, and completely engorged in dark muscle, the current lord of the Sith seem to be more Monster than man. The air itself around him seem to sizzle, distorting around him in a light fuzz that time itself seemed to not want to touch. His mountainous body discovered in Scales, the shells of orbalisks that has latched onto him in a pattern that reflected the scales underneath their weight. From the Base of his back hung a weighty tail, Serpentine and ridged with pronged scales, Jagged and merciless all the way to the tip. On his wide back rested a pair of wings, long enough to be a cape on their own. Both hands and feet were clawed with dagger length nails, Sharp and wickedly pointed specifically for rending flesh from bone. As of right now, they were clasped behind his back, hidden from view as they rested underneath his wings. Dressed in a simple front and back loincloth, black and made out of a material that shimmered a light and sleek glow of garnet, he stood patiently awaiting the arrival of his most trusted Lord.

Around his neck laid a pendant of Dark Side aura, and as Warvanus neared the Ruby began to discolor, and bleed into an onyx hue.

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

Aeralyss laughs lightly at Warv's words, the sound light and airy, catching and being taken away by the wind. She shakes her head, smiling a bit, firmly believing that the man was just trying to lighten her mood at their entrance to this Dark-Side palace. Eat her? For all she knew, Anzati were the only ones who hunted other sentients, and they didn't eat each other. Eat her... sure, this Lord Blood was probably scary, but she'd lived in the Coruscant underworld for the vast majority of her life, there's not much that she couldn't expect or imagine, or so she though.

However, upon seeing this dragonesque creature, she stopped dead in her tracks, her emerald green eyes opening wide in shock and awe. She was a small girl, only just taller than five feet, and despite her feminine curves, she was slight in frame. She clung tighter to Warv's arm, fingers digging into armor, cloth, and skin, essentially all but begging him to stop his forward progression. After inspecting the horrid, beastly man before her, her gaze dropped quickly to the man on her side. She shook her head vehemently, murmuring at a volume she thought only he could hear,

"No. I'm not talking to that, that's some terrible amalgamation of a man, corruption, and a kriffing Krayt Dragon! He's not even wearing clothes! No, Warvanus, sole apprentice to whatever that kriffing thing is, I don't want to talk to him. It doesn't even look like a person, take me home. I'm hungry anyway."

She stood defiantly, lips pursing tightly and eyes narrowing dangerously as she ended her hate-filled speech. She let go of the man quickly, with disgust, and folded her arms over her chest, her stance wide and strong in appearance.

[Kell Sangros]

They entered the complex. They got as far close to the study when a deep fear seemed to grip her. He wanted to be amused. How back on Coruscant she had the false bravado. He could sense his Master’s reservations, he had been betrayed, by his pack, by his own son and daughter. It had been the one who was his enemy in the beginning now turned most loyal apprentice. He would never stop learning even as a Lord he was still the apprentice to the Dark Lord. His mind was open to Lord Blood he would sense no deception or alterior motives in the War Bringer. He would sense the steadfast loyalty he has shown to both him and to their order.

When she stopped and panicked Warvanus wanted to be amused. He found no amusement in the child like behavior. He could sense her fear in the Force and he was certain that so did Lord Blood.

“Oh What was the words you said to me on Coruscant?” he began almost mockingly “Oh that’s right you said Impress you , Amaze you” He narrowed his eyes at the supplicant.

“You have a choice supplicant” he continued “Meet Lord Blood and be amazed and have your life change forever” he paused and when he spoke again his eyes went back to the radioactive dark yellow. “Or you can die here and now, I brought you here because you have a power, whether you know this or not or believe in it or not its’ inside you. Lord Blood can bring it out of you, show you how to use it, if you are diligent you might even become powerful, but power is not for the weak of heart” he told her.

While he was talking to her he stretched out with the Force to summon 4 of the cloaked hooded guards. *Telepathy* At once they appeared forming a flank.

“Maybe I was wrong about you” he began again “Perhaps you should just die” He then turned his back on her and then proceeded to the door that led to the study. He did not open it. “What’s it going to be?”

[Slade Xandir]

The lips of the woman moved swiftly as she decidedly hid what she feared spoken aloud betwixt the trio. But he would wait. They were here, and that was what mattered. He wasn't going to give her what she wanted though, oh no. What was she, a child? A babe to be spoiled? A princess to be catered to?

She was nothing on this land, in this space, in their grasp. And there was no leaving, whether she choose it, or not.
Let alone, alive.

"You clutch the wrong arm, whispering to the wrong ear. It is the favor of mine you should seek, especially if it is in my den in which you tread."

A thick claw flicked in the direction of the door which Warvanus had stood by, and quite audibly the lock clicked in place. She was not leaving this room, and if she thought she was then Warvanus was truly going to see how sickeningly the Dark Side held place in his heart. With that same disastrous claw, he extended his awful hand forward in a caressing motion, and though invisible, she would feel a wisp of touch breeze a glance across the nape of her neck. Fleeting, but all too real. Stepping forward, the floor shook with each monumental step, heavy feet breaching the calm tension of this room. His tail slid, shredding the burgundy throw rug it bisected, exposing the dark oak wood underneath. The combinations of sounds could reminisce someone to dragging a heavy dead body to and fro. But the symphony itself belonged to the simply movement of the Sithian.

She chose to stand in her rebel fashion, off to the side after her bratty pleading to his Beta. He hadn't heard the majority of what she had said, but he could read body language as aptly as any other predator. And the vile green of bratitude was a sickly color he was never fond of. An arrogance that didn't belong in any House, and especially not that of the Blood Bound.

"I too, am hungry. And though I haven't had a tasssssste of," A deep inhale through the Force confirmed exactly what type of midichlorian the woman had, despite her seeming lack of life. "Anzati...I think there's a first for everything, don't you, darling?" he growled out the threat in a purr that his Arkanian mount would have shook from.

Another step forward and then he towered over the petite woman. The air between them heated exceptionally, and pulsating from the innermost wrath of his aura was nothing but the most horrific thoughts, nightmarish feelings and visions of terrible deeds, gore beyond imagination and almost reality. Only the most chaotic of woe and dismay radiated from his scent within the Force, darkness to any possible light of hope.

"Just as there is a first for you to make a wiser choice, right here, right now."

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

Aeralyss glares threateningly at Warvanus, eyes practically glowing with hatred and disdain. She sneers, her upper lip curling like some kind of feral animal, quickly releasing him and shoving him away, hissing her words, fueled by hate and disgust,

"Do not call me that, I chose my name, and it will be used. I don't care what you think you are." She sucks her teeth, arms moving to rest her hands on her hips, "And about this power or whatever, why the kriff do you think I let you drag my ass across the damn galaxy, so we could have quality time and wine? No schtako it's in me, otherwise I would have just melted back into that alley."

As the guards circle about her, she simply rolls her eyes, growling at the one in front of her. She stalks towards him, harshly shoving his shoulder to push past him into the room with the disgusting half-man, half-beast. She offers another feral hiss to Warvanus as she marches past him, cursing at him in her native tongue, a language so difficult it could only be taught by a native speaker, of which there were only near a million in the galaxy. A single sentence was uttered in Galactic Basic, the words dripping with contempt,

"Apparently, I don't have to answer to you anymore, there's someone far more important here, don't you say?"

She continued walking, disgust plastered to her face as she approached the draconic man, walking to a mere few inches away, staring directly up at him with a combination of distaste and defiance, emerald eyes glistening ever so slightly,

"You won't eat me, apparently you desire me, or am I mistaken in some manner? No, I don't think I am..." Her head cocks ever so slightly to the side, the faintest of grins tugging at the corners of her mouth, "Since I am so desirable, I suppose I will stay here and do... well, whatever it is you do here. If your so called 'wiser choice'," she says with finger quotes, "is to do whatever this is, then perhaps you will be useful. Hell, we could even get to know each other over a nice meal, without this kriffer," she proposes, jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards Warv, "If you're his master, you should probably know he could stand to brush up his intimidation techniques a bit."

[Kell Sangros]

He had hit a nerve, she did have the potential to be considered a Sith, the anger and hatred was there and it was as a sweet scent in the Dark Side of the Force. That is if either he didn’t kill her or if Lord Blood didn’t snap her neck and devour her. Rare species or not, she would need to learn her place and chances are it would be up to him to show her.

“Call you what? Weak? Supplicant, you ARE weak , undisciplined, disrespectful you will learn your place or die, You are not significant, rare species or not that won’t get you anywhere here, you could be strong that is if I don’t kill you or you don’t survive training that is insolent pup” He paused his eyes were the eyes of a true Sith, the eyes of power, those radioactive yellow iris’ bearing into her, her who was very close to having her mortal coil shed.

The anger, fury, hatred rising to white hot levels at this whelp, he could feel the power rising inside of him all his Master had to do was give the command to be unleashed and he would. “Peace is a lie there’s only Passion” the first line of the Sith Code rang through his mind, how this rang true for the War Bringer. Oh how he wanted to slowly butcher her and offer her pieces to his Master. He turned to face her and drew for the first time since their meeting his lightsaber and the blade came alive. He closed in behind her he would not attack though the fury was sending tremors in the Force. Maybe another lesson would be in order only this time he would choke her till she was at Death’s door. He would do all that if he wasn’t in his Master’s presence he was in his realm and Warvanus would not desecrate such a revered sanctuary.

The Guards stood behind him. He spoke wih a snarl

“Insolent Insect you will show respect when you are in the Master’s realm” his hand gripped the hilt of his glowing lightsaber tighter. Lord Blood would be able to feel the barely contained fury

He watched with growing hatred of this insolent insect seeing how this would play out, he had spared her on Coruscant only because he saw the greatness that she could come into but first she would have to be torn down, and then rebuilt with him and Blood as the builders.
He could only imagine what was going through the mind of his Master right now, did he hunger and would he feed? It was hard to believe that Blood had once been a man even then he was formidable and powerful. The Dark Side blessed him by touching him and transforming him. Something few Sith Lords receive.

Right now his restraint and his Loyalty to Blood was all that held the warrior beast from tearing this insect apart.

[Slade Xandir]

Brick by brick, the scene was built and the air grew thick with a feel of danger. The walls of desire had been indeed placed up, but the woman must have felt safe where her solace was not. As those golden irises stared back into hers, they began to bleed from the rims a beautiful garnet. The pupils eclipsed into their luminescent show, glowing with their awful and vicious embrace.
But Blood had no clear reaction to her taunts and jives. She was simply barking, and in order for her hatred to continue feeding him, her arrogance needed to be quelled. It would shatter her pride even more for the one she snarled and hissed about to be who silenced her.

"You mistake my advance, schutta."

A hand waves the guards back with ease, and the only remaining souls in the self-made ring were Warvanus, his anger nearly visible in it's heated fold, and the conniving tramp with him. All were ready to tear apart this Anzati, but Blood knew the best way to accomplish it.

"But you will learn. They all do."

Snatching a pair of vibroblades from the couple of nearest guard's sheathes through his invisible influence, Blood flung them at the feet of the woman in the narrow space between them. Had they scored a centimeter or two closer, her feet woud have been impaled. And finally, the dragon released his own smirk, scaled lips winking sets of ivory needle daggers at her, he whispered in his own amused hiss.

"Behind you."



Warvanus' anger no more could be held back, as with the retract of his mammoth hand, Blood had truly released him upon this mistaken damsel.