He stared down almost condescendingly at the shackled Trianii, a gorgeous female specimen who glared at him through hate-filled jade eyes. Those slit pupils cut into him with wounds he couldn't feel. She herself was a sleek silver, ebony stripes working through her fur in a feral and enticing manner. She was wild at heart, her wrists already beginning to show signs of her ceaseless struggle against her metallic bindings. Those bindings glinted weakly in the dim interrogation room, a large and empty featureless place. The Trianii was strapped to a metallic table, one diagonally upstanding and careless to additional features such as the feliness' tail which was pinned against her side. Limbs were spread eagley, and it was most definitely uncomfortable.
"What am I here for?!" she hissed. "I have been doing my job!"
This was the problem...these slaves were believing it was fine to act and speak out against their masters. Simply because Tormentous was gone meant his influence was? No. Far from it, in fact. Blood was solely born from within the hellish pyres in which Slade couldn't mentally handle. He was the Hunter, the true Left Hand of the Dark Lord. And now with a new Sith in place of that former master of his, things were not any different. Tormentous led with a durasteel fist, and Blood would be no different. Every problem would be dealt with accordingly, and he would be who banished the resistance of all futile beings into the Void.
This Trianii was such a case. A delusional girl who thought she was in good standings enough to speak when not spoken to. Blood usually had control over his internal tides of emotions, but lately he had grown tired of others considering him just a man of words.
[Begin Waves of Darkness App]
His muscles contorted as the Dark Side bled him of reason. Voracious urges came forth, rearing whispers across his auds, passing lively thoughts into feasible feats. The inky spread of power leaped from foot to crown as the Force corrupted his leniency into the lack of. It broke his civil way of thinking, rusted the edges of iron rigid sanity, and drowned Slade out, completely for now. The Dark Side swallowed Blood whole, and spit out a Nightmare made real. A gorgeous garnet slid from abysmal pupils as the gold of born irises tarnished into a sickening yellow. The Dark Side pulled him from logic, and in his boots stood a ghoul. He felt the effects of the Dark Side, but instead of fighting them for his sanity, a luxury he no longer had, he welcomed the feast of ferocious feelings. Blood gorged on the aftermath, the decadent surplus of hatred the voices whispered of, the wicked intent he should simply turn to happening right then, right there. The Dark Side embraced him in an infectious coil, a wrapping of disease he wanted to spread and willingly, he committed to this madness.
He stood opposide of where she lay, and facing the strapped-down feline, his fists balled into weapons within their leather gloves, creaking audibly with it's detested stretch against itself. The Dark Side swelled within him, a tirading tyrant of power which branched into all three factors of what made this power so wholesome. His Senses increased in their potency at the wake of this beastly summon, and his perception of the situation heightened. He felt the room around him, but he also felt the spaces between the room, the next room, the hallways. His Senses branched out and he stretched them to even touch the external shell of the building. He could taste the heated air and feel it's gentle touch as it pushed around and past his essence. Blood took the toxic touch of Dark Side and fueled his muscles, scouring every ligament with the noxious seduction. His muscles absorbed the poison, inflating in their power, snaking Blood into his own arrogance. Control was bolstered in it's hand-held grasp of the Dark Side.
Both of those concoctions swirled nothing but absolute revelation in the administration of Alteration. Blood felt like a conduit, a catalyst for this immense inferno of power. Every blink felt as though it were a flex of power. Not even needing to look at his hands, he knew well enough his hands were poised for damage. Electricity sparked and cackled in his own aura as air particulates were both pushed and pulled away and to his body, little zings and zips of conduction flashing only briefly, nothing lethal, just as he reveled in the enamorment of the Dark Side's influence. But raising his hands and directing them at the Trianii, he inhaled, and with his attuned Senses and parasitic level of Control, he could feel the enticing tumble of feelings the victim was feeling. And upon that prior anger, he fed from them. The fury that was directed at him, he ingested it and recycled the energy for his own purposes. With it, the air atoms around him rushed harder, faster, the sphere of energy surrounding him blending into a ruckus of malevolent power. It expanded through the building in a rush of motion, air harshly rubbing against itself, cold air meeting with that of warmed air as it rushed to a single point: himself. That destructive energy was pulled and stretched as he manipulated it into a sheet of onslaught. Directly at the feliness, he pushed this summoned energy at her, and in the motion reality seemed to distort at it's concentrated unfurl. It pushed against the table stand she was strapped to, the air around her seeming to flex momentarily at seams before dispersing and returning to normal. As it had rushed to meet her, it had moved at such a velocity that it in itself became a sound wave as it rushed at the biped.
Blood inhaled again, the first flex of such a wave had wired him up for the second one, but with his notice he had tasted the change of feelings in the squirming feline. She was no longer angry, but fearful. She was rendered confused by this unknown possession he had launched at her, and she felt the despair that followed suit of the initial attack. "Release me! Release me, please! I don't know what you want! Let me go!" Again, he pulled upon her feelings, and summoned another epitome of the Darkside, a massive sheet of diabolical energy, inescapable energy, and poured it from his hands directly at the Trianii. Her table stand was shoved backwards with the thunderous rush of polluted and sicking energy, the screechiing of metal against metal only adding to the horrific sounds in this room. The wave rushed forward, and the visual effects of light were warped. The wave moved in a flash forward, shaking the room with a deafening roar. Almost as though a thunder and lightning storm were constricted in this room, the light refractions flashed disorientingly around the room, shadows darting to and fro from immobile objects. The Trianni shook in her restraints as the epic waves hit her repeatedly, almost as though she were having a seizure of sorts, yet the alieness was frantically looking for a way out now. She arched her back against the table, her tail being freed and whipping maniacally around her side. She twisted within her holds, almost seeming to want to break her joints to be relieved of this torture.
Her cries meant nothing to him. Her eyes were wide, white showing as they near bucked out of her head. And with every stroke of the waves, the contractions only seemed to crispen with more dangerous levels of Dark Side. It wore him down less now that he was aptly prepared to do this power, since he had meditated and gone through the mental preparation of the strain that was going to come with this excercise. So the abuse was less this time around as he pummeled the bondaged cat girl with punishment for a smart mouth and relentless attitude. It was a few seconds later when he lowered his hands and could no longer assault her with the villainous power. He felt himself being drained as he tapped into his final reservoirs. He felt his mind grow strained as the waves continued, and as he drained the well dry, he sectioned off the power. Reeling in the Alteration, Control and Senses, the world became porous again, less detailed, bland. He felt his influence retract back to him, and he took to consideration of better ways to expel his energy as he caught his breath.
[End of Waves of Darkness App-----1,134/900 WC]
Blood finally took in the sight of the Feline woman. She was whimpering, tail curled around both the table and her. There was something green and sludgy coming down the front of her chest, it's trail falling from a slowly moving left and right dome. Head tilted back, she was crying, the words "Please, please, please, please, please," continually leaving her lips. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, and one of her ankles seemed to be broken as her right foot hung more limply than the left. It was clear he had most definitely done something right, here.