Post by Kayura on Nov 14, 2007 20:23:46 GMT -5
That dark thought now had to be forcefully kept on a mental leash, for fear of becoming far too transparent for her own good. One of the beasts took a seat next to her, sniffing toward the assassin, while the other simply stood beside its master. A dark smile played on her face, one that to the untrained eye would have been mistaken for something else for her young face. Her eyes glittered in sulfur flashes as the smile played in full on her face. "A hunter, yes, I can see this. Anyone who can feed with apparent ease on one of the Council members must be rather adept at it. And it is because a part of his essence sustains you that his presence does not rank among the dead, nor does he remain among the living." Her head tilted and the smile shifted into a look of pure curiosity, "But I would imagine that because you feed, logically I can guess that the effects must fade and that craving of your must be sated continually, yes?"
There were some among the dead stunned at her cunning. Some that had called her a coward before were now watching and waiting to see how this unfolded. Others wished desperately that she wasn't the only one who could hear them, see them or take heed to thier warnings of treachery. Others still, many of Dark Lords past watched and waited, studying her for any mistake that she would have made and for one as young as she, it could have been all too easy. One in particular stood ready to pounce at a moment's notice if she did slip up by just the slightest margin.
She ignored the tumult with all the mastery a lifetime of being a medium could bring. Her golden eyes stared, though not rudely. She looked on with that curious arced brow and head tilted slightly. This was a first and as far as she could tell a creature that would be of far greater service than she could have imagined, even if she was daydreaming it. An opportunity like this could not be squandered and feeling the eyes of her predacessors upon her, it was time to make an offer that he'd likely be unable to refuse. Her voice lilted softly in the long-forgotten Sith language, a telepathic overlay to make sure he wasn't completely lost. The effect of tit was a ghastly soft whisper with an unnatural echo, "If I were to tell you that there was a chance you could perodically sate that craving and slake your thist, I'm sure you would accept the offer as it is how you are able to sustain yourself. I would imagine that particular fellow will only last a certain amount of time before the bloodlust returns, yes?" She paused and it was time to make the final move, "Some on the Council will clearly see you as a threat because you have killed one of them. I'm afraid to say you may have made some powerful enemies. When that bloodlust comes again, I'm sure that your craving will make you seek out a master over an apprentice and of course, that will likely lead you to take out another of them." A dark smile played on her face again, "But because I didn't see it happen, I'm not going to simply go with the flow." There was a wink, "I'm sure that right now, your head must be on fire with all that Force ability all over again and with what I can assume is a level of training that could use a little tweeking; not that I'm insulting you of course. I can help you manage that, and possibly direct you to the next meal, if it steps out of line."
Some among the dead knew she was proving herself quite capable in her position and it was clear she was making maneuvers to consolidate her power in the ranks as any Dark Lord would. She almost wanted to laugh at the one standing behind her with spectral arms folded and irritated that she'd been far more clever than he would have liked to see in one her age. The spectral figure towered behind her with dead eyes staring holes in her. You slip up in just the slightest, and so help me, trapped in a tomb or not, I'll teach you a lesson about all this maneuvering...Just remember, a gate can swing both ways.
She stood there, forcing the anger down below the surface and safely hidden from view as she stood ther wearing her usual darkly placid smile. Trapped in a tomb, well then, I suppose that you may not approve of the maneuvers, but the spirit of them you cannot deny...Just remember, you're dead, you had your chance. On the surface, she simply waited for the assisin to give an answer to what seemed an irresistable offer.
There were some among the dead stunned at her cunning. Some that had called her a coward before were now watching and waiting to see how this unfolded. Others wished desperately that she wasn't the only one who could hear them, see them or take heed to thier warnings of treachery. Others still, many of Dark Lords past watched and waited, studying her for any mistake that she would have made and for one as young as she, it could have been all too easy. One in particular stood ready to pounce at a moment's notice if she did slip up by just the slightest margin.
She ignored the tumult with all the mastery a lifetime of being a medium could bring. Her golden eyes stared, though not rudely. She looked on with that curious arced brow and head tilted slightly. This was a first and as far as she could tell a creature that would be of far greater service than she could have imagined, even if she was daydreaming it. An opportunity like this could not be squandered and feeling the eyes of her predacessors upon her, it was time to make an offer that he'd likely be unable to refuse. Her voice lilted softly in the long-forgotten Sith language, a telepathic overlay to make sure he wasn't completely lost. The effect of tit was a ghastly soft whisper with an unnatural echo, "If I were to tell you that there was a chance you could perodically sate that craving and slake your thist, I'm sure you would accept the offer as it is how you are able to sustain yourself. I would imagine that particular fellow will only last a certain amount of time before the bloodlust returns, yes?" She paused and it was time to make the final move, "Some on the Council will clearly see you as a threat because you have killed one of them. I'm afraid to say you may have made some powerful enemies. When that bloodlust comes again, I'm sure that your craving will make you seek out a master over an apprentice and of course, that will likely lead you to take out another of them." A dark smile played on her face again, "But because I didn't see it happen, I'm not going to simply go with the flow." There was a wink, "I'm sure that right now, your head must be on fire with all that Force ability all over again and with what I can assume is a level of training that could use a little tweeking; not that I'm insulting you of course. I can help you manage that, and possibly direct you to the next meal, if it steps out of line."
Some among the dead knew she was proving herself quite capable in her position and it was clear she was making maneuvers to consolidate her power in the ranks as any Dark Lord would. She almost wanted to laugh at the one standing behind her with spectral arms folded and irritated that she'd been far more clever than he would have liked to see in one her age. The spectral figure towered behind her with dead eyes staring holes in her. You slip up in just the slightest, and so help me, trapped in a tomb or not, I'll teach you a lesson about all this maneuvering...Just remember, a gate can swing both ways.
She stood there, forcing the anger down below the surface and safely hidden from view as she stood ther wearing her usual darkly placid smile. Trapped in a tomb, well then, I suppose that you may not approve of the maneuvers, but the spirit of them you cannot deny...Just remember, you're dead, you had your chance. On the surface, she simply waited for the assisin to give an answer to what seemed an irresistable offer.