Trouble.

[Damien Corman]

Something was placed inside of him.. linking him to the wolf. He felt it, felt empowered, felt brand new. As they slowly descended to the planet, the ramp on the ship let itself down, and they started trandescending off the ship.

“What is your name, Acolyte?”

The thought never occurred to Damien to hand his name out.. he stared for a moment.. “Damien.” He spoke up. “Damien Corman”. They continued their descent to the earth below, and he spoke up again. “What shall I call you?” He responded to the wolf, perhaps master would work, since that’s what the wolf was going to be. Damien wasn’t sure what was to come of him next, he would have to test not only his strength, but his willpower as well, would he pass the tests?

“Where do I start..?”

[Slade Xandir]

The Sithian tasted the name, just to get a more cordial understanding of face to titles. Damien. Almost what he chosen to name his own son; he chose Raphael, instead. Interesting.

"I am Lord Blood. 'My Lord' or 'Master', work in relationships such as ours. 'Sir' is even applicable. But nothing more, nor less, Damien, as it will be disrespect on both accounts."

Blood walked down the path towards the resorts, the registration building sitting in a rather petite fashion in front of the miniature mansions, the resort buildings themselves. Leading the way into the threshold, Blood held off on responding to Fiona, his Omwati secretarial hostess, as he turned to the newest Apprentice.

"If you are parched or peckish, rest up in building number two. Fiona will give you a key there. You will have a roommate as well, another Acolyte by the name of Emre. You two will both train together eventually, but until I feel it is worthwhile, I will train you, personally."

As he looked over Damien's bags and things, then back to the brown eyes of his charge. "When you're ready, meet me out by the meadows northwest of here. You'll know how to find me; we are bound. So you will know how to track me."

With that, the Sith Lord left the Acolyte to begin his own meditation in the meadows, waiting on the Apprentice to get himself together.

The Omwati, a female named Fiona reached a lightly azure hand in reference to the door behind them which led to the resorts. Her musical voice danced out to the tall human, politely offering, "Right this way, sir." With that, she walked through the back curtains which led to a open courtyard, buildings fresh and properly chiseled sitting high. Near miniature mansions they were, and she walked to the second building, holding a key card. "Here you are, sir. You fridge is already stocked with fresh fruits, drinks, and other edibles. Is there anything else you may need?"

[Damien Corman]

So they've arrived. Damien was instructed to refer to Lord Blood as his lord.. personal meaning. Damien was taught an important lesson in life
"Dont bite the hand that feeds you"

This lesson ran deep through Damiens blood. He held it close to himself. As Lord Blood walked off, Damien was left with the task of finding him, they were bound together, after all. Damien followed Fiona and reached his room, it was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Two beds, one for himself, and his roommate.. Emre.. very well.

Damien hadn't ever had a bed before, this was all quite new to him. He could eat as he pleased as well, no more scrapping and rationing his food to keep himself going. It felt so unreal to him. He took a look around, and popped himself some fresh fruit.

"No, thank you very much, Fiona" He had responded to the Omwati when asked if he needed anything.. If there was one thing he needed, it was to find Lord Blood.

He sat on his bed, freshly made, and placed his hands upon his face. He needed to concentrate. And with time, he began to vividly see the details of the area around Lord Blood. A meadow, with grass of green. Damien could see it clearly, and the closer he'd get to it, the stronger that sensation would become within him.

He began his descent, the sensation growing stronger each step he took toward his master. Within time he reached his destination, walking behind Lord Blood, he made sure to not disturb his masters meditaton, and he took a seat right next to him, bringing his head up and looking forward.

"Im ready."

[Slade Xandir]

Fiona gave a graceful bow and went back to her station, shutting the door behind her. "Not a problem, sir."

Blood was meditating on simply himself. He enjoyed feeling that rush of personal ecstasy as he ran a firm grasp over her own capabilities. For a few weeks now, he had been practicing his Shadow Walk, Occasionally using his ability to create those very shadows themselves as portals through which he walked through. It became easier, much more efficient as each trial ended with success much more rapidly. He found himself also draining much less of his energy as he practiced, as well, which was much more of a bonus than anything else. Today, however, he was manipulating his skill in telekinetic power, exercising his grip on the threads of reality itself, lifting and lowering the footlocker box he had told Emre to leave outside after their training. The metal creaked quietly as it rose and fell back to the grass, only to rise again in the air, reflecting the rays of light the sun was intent on shining before nightfall.

Blood felt the approach of his pupil the moment the Acolyte had stepped free of the building, long before those words riveted into his auds. But thus he came, and hence the words."I'm ready."

Not rising from his seat in the grass, the Sithian lowered the footlocker back into the emerald sea and proceeded to the first lesson unceremoniously. Legs crossed, he kept his tap into the Force, his mind's eye turning a direct and intense stare to his own student. Today, the youth would be unlocking access to his powers.

"The Force is a ribbon that flows through all things within this realm, and through the next. It is what energy is, what every breath is committed by, and how the planets, moons, stars, are formed. Most remain ignorant of the Force, as they were not chosen to command it; however you are not a member of that mass. You were chosen. And you will command it. First, however, you must first step through the door that allows you to commune with it."

Settled well into his seat, Blood expressed his passion of teaching through his words, his narration giving proof how much he wanted to see his pupil succeed.

"To begin, relax your mind, steepe yourself in a deep breath, and find your center. That very center will be your own Force potential. It comes in a variety of illustrations, whether it be a ball of light, webs or threads, flower buds and blossoms, it may take whatever form is easier for you to comprehend. But it alone is yours to shape into whatever form you desire it to be. It will not come to you, Damien. You must will it into your sight, and take it as yours. It is desire and passion which will give you your strength, your power. Take it, and see the world, anew."


-Begin Force Sensitivity App--100 WC Req--

[Damien Corman]

Right. See the world anew. Damien looked at the ground, examining the grass around him, he took a moment to process what his master had just said. He was to look inside of himself, take the force with his own will, and bend it to be his. The task at hand appeared easy but the force was something that Jedi’s and Sith took years to master.

“Yes, master. I will begin”

Damien crossed both of his legs together, taking in the words of his master. He was to look deep inside of himself, the force would not come to him. He would have to carry himself to it.

— begin Force Sensitivity —

Damien’s attention shifted from the world around him, to his own mind. He seized his thoughts, squashed them, and did his best to concentrate. He was searching, what for was not clear to the youth yet. For a few moments, there was silence, everything was bland. Within time though, he could see what lie inside of him. A web, wove so deep and far that any arachnid would get lost inside of it. Damien’s mind took him to this web, and the world around him started becoming much clearer. He could see the trees, and some of the life flowing through them, he could see each little pedal of grass, and all of the cracks and crevices within it. The force opened him up to a new perspective on the world, and it gave him a much more focused vision of everything. In the center of the web, lie an orb, bright, moldable. This orb was to be molded into something powerful, Damien could sense it, and was sure his master could, too.

—end force sensitivity — word count: 173—

[Slade Xandir]

The Sith Lord didn't have to turn an eye to the youth to feel him take the initiative, to take that step forward and immerse himself in the real dimension. It was almost a mutual feeling, cause and effect. With the younger male taking the veil from before his mind, he ended up strengthening the bond between the both of them. It was unintentional, a side effect of another of the Force's strange wonders.

Blood finally stood, turning around and looking down at the stud. The realization of Force within him was a massive achievement, but as massive as it was, it was only a single piece of the endless path. A path Damien would have to forge himself. Despite it, Blood would have him take another step forward on that very path.

"Now as you are within this world of Force, go about it and indulge in the new sensations. Introduce your senses to Sense using only your mind. Do not stand, walk, nor move. Breath, see, feel hear and taste with your mind, Damien. Reach out with your Force and Sense the realm around you."


-Begin Sense 1 App-- 400 Wc---

[Emre Mor]

Eagerly waiting for another day of training, Emre woke up from a deep sleep. This type of sleeping was hard to come by as of late, but he seemed to be getting more and more comfortable on this beautiful moon. It was becoming his new home and he enjoyed every moment he spent here. He had his own building, an unlimited amount of food and drink, plus a one of the most comfortable beds he had ever been on. This was paradise to him, and while staying at his paradise; he moved closer and closer to reaching his potential.

Lying on the lush bedding that was provided to him in the resort, he heard an unfamiliar noise coming from outside. The door was locked shut, as he felt more comfortable that way. But it seemed someone was moving about the normally empty rooms in the building. He didn’t need to use any of his newfound gifts to feel that someone was moving about; they were making so much noise.

Emre got up and got dressed, pulling on his boots over his tan feet. He quickly moved to the door and placed his ear on it. Maybe they were gone, he couldn’t hear anything. The young student flung open the door and began to investigate.

Someone had eaten his fruit left in the common room, and the other bed was a little rustled from it being disturbed by someone. Could this be another potential acolyte to join their pack? He knew where Fox stayed, and Emre didn’t think he would find him over here anytime soon.

This was exciting news; more wolves to be added to the pack meant it would be even stronger than before. Emre wanted to meet this new acolyte as soon as possible and get acquainted with him so they could begin training together. They could start feeding off of each other’s abilities to become even more powerful than training on their own.

Exiting the building he sought out Lord Blood, finding him through the web of the force. Although they had just recently been connected he felt the bond growing stronger and stronger every day.

Emre found himself strolling towards the courtyard they had trained in the day before. Practicing the form of Shii-Cho was his recent weapon so he was curious to what he would be stumbling upon this time.

A young man sat next to Lord Blood. This man was very chiseled, a prime example of what everyone in the galaxy wanted to be. He seemed tall too; even though he was sitting his almost matched up to Blood himself. Emre was diffidently the runt of the pack at this point. It would be interesting to train with a man at the same ability but twice his size.

It seemed they were going over a previous lesson that Blood had taught him before, just a short while ago. This new acolyte was not too far behind him in terms of training.

Not wanting to disturb the two’s train of thought, Emre quickly moved next to the new acolyte. He sat next to him in the grass, as the man nearly doubled his size still as they were sitting. He closed his eyes and began to meditate on what he had learned from Lord Blood previously. Maybe he would introduce himself to the new student once his attempt was complete.

[Damien Corman]

--Begin Force Sense 1--

Damien was to use his senses to feel the force, so be it. A task he was most definitely capable of completing. He decided first to concentrate on his hearing. Perhaps the most reliable of his senses. He reached deep within himself, at first, hearing only what was around him. The steady breathing of his master... and footsteps. Perhaps another acolyte approaching.. Yes, he could feel it, even see the acolyte. A smaller man, built well, looked nimble.. The man sat by Damien, perhaps his partner.. Emre was it? Damien shook it off, and kept his focus. He concentrated on breathing, and with time he could hear the rush of water off in the distance. A river, flowing. He could hear, see, even feel the life within it. Little water creatures, all swimming around, completing the life cycle together, predator eating prey, all within a little stream. To the animals in the stream, it was larger than life, that stream gave them life. He could even sense darkness, and light within the stream, and he could hear it flowing around, swishing, splashing.

As he sat there, a clear picture started to form, his sight. He could see the fish, the animals drinking from the stream. He could see the predators preying on the weak and helpess. He saw birth, eggs hatching new youngling inside of the stream. Above, a nest of tiny winged beasts, being fed by their mother... A word that was nonexistant in Damiens head. Farther off, he saw a pack of Aak Dogs. Their lizard like bodies moving in singular motion with eachother, and hunting down smaller, feeble creatures. They moved with fierce agility, something Damien admired in the creatures. Above he saw space shuttles moving about space, traders, smugglers, all sorts of scum, going about their daily lives. This kind of power scared Damien, he could see anything his mind allowed him to.

Farther away, he started to smell all sorts of delicacies. Alderaanian Ale filled his nose, he could smell the breath of the scum drinking it. He could smell grass, trees.. He could smell all life. He could smell the rotting meat of deceased creatures, and the fresh smell of cooked Gorak. Smells that made his stomach growl, he craved some of the smells, and made a mental note to search for them as soon as he was able to. He could smell the force, as odd as it sounds, it had a smell to it. He could smell a metallic sort of blood taste, perhaps symbolizing life. Could that be what the force symbolized, all life?

He started to taste those foods, and drinks. It filled his mouth, capscising his tastebuds, overwhelming them with lush tastes and delicacies. He could taste food from diners, fruits from trees, he could taste fresh water, ale, alchohol. Sweat, Blood, Tears, all could be tasted by his mouth. He could taste anything, it was quite odd, to be tasting such things.

Finally, touch.. He reached himself out, forward, and eventually he could feel soft grass around him. He could feel the cold sting of the stream, and could feel the soft furr of baby birds, it was insane. But, within the touch, something touched him, he couldn't make out who it was. But eventually a clear picture of his father came into place, and his father was gripping him.
"Come back to me, boy. Come back here right no-"

Damien jolted back to reality, and swatted away the image of his father, the only words leaving his mouth. "No!!" he cried out, as he backed himself up. To his right, his master, to his left, Emre. Comforting almost. "Hello, Emre." Damien muttered. Almost ashamed of himself.

--End Force Sense App 1 Word Count: 619 --

Damien looked at the Acolyte, his future friend, partner in crime.. and extended his hand. Waiting to connect to his future friend through the force.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood felt the light grow, the budding jewel inside of this Acolyte's chest brightened exponentially as he opened his narrow mind to places unseen by the mass. It was almost like watching a seed take it's first roots, a babe it's first breath, a cloud it's first rain. It was breathtaking, but the man had seen the feat performed before, thus heightening his standards for his latest Acolyte.
It would not rest here. There was more to be learned, and Blood had every intent of catching the pupil up to speed.

"Now as you have attached yourself to this world through your Sense, use that very experience to sense and understand Emre's presence. Do not simply feel it; get to know it. Get to know him, not only as your peer, but as your packbrother."

Blood watched with full anticipation in both heart and mind for this spark of connection to be. Emre himself connected hands with Damien, and Damien with Emre. It was then, the two began to properly understand the other.



[OOC: Go ahead and skip Emre- He's done with his Emre account so that's out the posting order. If he wants to come back in as Raph and controls Em's actions that way, he'll pop in. As for now,]

-Begin Sense Life App--100 WC--

[Damien Corman]

Damien sat himself down, he had made quite some progress in the last hour or so of meditation. He completely connected with Emre, and his master. His next task, was to sense the life around him. Emre's, Blood's.. Damien closed his eyes, and thought deep within himself, to sense the life around him.

-- Sense Life Start --

Damien put his mind at ease, and concentrated. Within time he began to see the life inside of Emre, his heartbeat, his background,
he could sense any pain or turmoil the acolyte had been through. In turn, Emre could see his too. Damien sensed an attitude within Emre,
something told him that Emre wanted, and felt he needed to prove himself, being significantly smaller than most. Within time, Damien began to feel all the life around him, critters underneath his rear, birds in the sky, bugs in the grooves of trees. It was surreal, he felt it, sensed it,
and lived it too. Damien was taking steps farther into the force than he'd ever thought.

--END. 115 Words --