Post by Grawn on Jan 12, 2013 9:28:59 GMT -5
(Shaking off the rust, comment as you will or observe)
"Admit it, Ianie. You were nothing with out me."
Grawn shifted his eyes, their glowing yellow irises a not so subtle reminder of his lot in life, to the speaker. The unnatural color was due in great part to his affinity in the Force, something that was forced upon him along ago. He had been forced to adopt the dark side as his only source of survival and it had been more than happy to suck up his unfortunate soul in his clutches. Thats how he had saw it for the longest time, however, that was no longer the case. The dark side was his ally far longer than even he realized as a child in the dark caverns of Korriban.
His eyes settled upon the shadowy apparition, its shape resembled that of some wolf-esque beast. It was well known to him, because it was part of the reason he had survived his childhood. The notion of childhood was a joke in itself, it was more training than anything resembling the learning and nurturing prospect the phrase 'childhood' implied. The black hound was his constant companion in those times and only recently had it decided that it was not the friend it had portrayed itself as for so long. This hounds name was Sampson, the manifestation of a cracking mind, a delusion only Grawn Ianie could see.
"Sampson," the Sith stated, his voice weary and filled with annoyance, "I grow tired of your constant harassment."
The hound made a sound closely resembling a snicker and dissipated in thin air. The blackness of his minds eye was all enshrouding and it was the domain of Sampson, so what the hound wished to do was his own decision. Grawn Ianie meditated within the Sith Temple of Korriban and when he did, he was brought here to the dark, endless realm of his mind. It use to be a place of quiet contemplation, away from the busyness of the Temple itself, but that was prior to Sampson's growing aggression. It was becoming close to being a mere inconvenience to meditate anymore or sleep for that matter.
Sampson reappeared before Grawn, who sat cross legged in the middle of his dark realm. The beasts glowing red eyes would be intimidating if Grawn hadn't been use to them for the last few decades of his existence. Master and Hound stared at each other now, a fierce battle of stares that had no intention of being humorous. Baring his teeth, the shadow wolf growled in the emotionless face of his Master.
"You seem to forget your failures, Ianie. Ryn Sundar still lives while you are starting to become more cybernetic than man. Failure after failure, I question your competence".
Narrowing his eyes, his anger piqued, Grawn gave the hound a growl of his own.
"My competence is not yours to question, mutt. I will have Sundar's head eventually. My hate and my past will fester, my power will increase and when the time comes," the Sith paused to relish the idea of Ryn's demise as a small smirk coming to his face, "he will die."
Quicker than Grawn had expected, the wolf lunged at his face with fangs bared, roaring in his mind.
"LIES! YOU WILL FAIL AS YOU ALWAYS HAVE!"
The Sith's open hand shot up and grabbed the top part of the wolfs muzzle, ignoring the pain as the jaw came up to dig into his thumb and slammed Sampson into the ground. The hound recovered and backed away as Grawn stood, the former Dark Jedi's eyes glowing with power, streaks of red and orange mixing with the yellow.
"No more, Sampson" he spat as he clenched his hand he had used to deflect the attack, "I'm putting you down."
The hound's shadowy mass began to shift as if it was a black ooze, twisted and bubbling. Watching in honest surprise, Grawn took a step back and brought his lightsaber to bare as Sampson took a humanoid form, its legs stretching to arms and stood up. When all was said and done, the hound had took on the form of Grawn himself.
"Admit it, Ianie. You were nothing with out me."
Grawn shifted his eyes, their glowing yellow irises a not so subtle reminder of his lot in life, to the speaker. The unnatural color was due in great part to his affinity in the Force, something that was forced upon him along ago. He had been forced to adopt the dark side as his only source of survival and it had been more than happy to suck up his unfortunate soul in his clutches. Thats how he had saw it for the longest time, however, that was no longer the case. The dark side was his ally far longer than even he realized as a child in the dark caverns of Korriban.
His eyes settled upon the shadowy apparition, its shape resembled that of some wolf-esque beast. It was well known to him, because it was part of the reason he had survived his childhood. The notion of childhood was a joke in itself, it was more training than anything resembling the learning and nurturing prospect the phrase 'childhood' implied. The black hound was his constant companion in those times and only recently had it decided that it was not the friend it had portrayed itself as for so long. This hounds name was Sampson, the manifestation of a cracking mind, a delusion only Grawn Ianie could see.
"Sampson," the Sith stated, his voice weary and filled with annoyance, "I grow tired of your constant harassment."
The hound made a sound closely resembling a snicker and dissipated in thin air. The blackness of his minds eye was all enshrouding and it was the domain of Sampson, so what the hound wished to do was his own decision. Grawn Ianie meditated within the Sith Temple of Korriban and when he did, he was brought here to the dark, endless realm of his mind. It use to be a place of quiet contemplation, away from the busyness of the Temple itself, but that was prior to Sampson's growing aggression. It was becoming close to being a mere inconvenience to meditate anymore or sleep for that matter.
Sampson reappeared before Grawn, who sat cross legged in the middle of his dark realm. The beasts glowing red eyes would be intimidating if Grawn hadn't been use to them for the last few decades of his existence. Master and Hound stared at each other now, a fierce battle of stares that had no intention of being humorous. Baring his teeth, the shadow wolf growled in the emotionless face of his Master.
"You seem to forget your failures, Ianie. Ryn Sundar still lives while you are starting to become more cybernetic than man. Failure after failure, I question your competence".
Narrowing his eyes, his anger piqued, Grawn gave the hound a growl of his own.
"My competence is not yours to question, mutt. I will have Sundar's head eventually. My hate and my past will fester, my power will increase and when the time comes," the Sith paused to relish the idea of Ryn's demise as a small smirk coming to his face, "he will die."
Quicker than Grawn had expected, the wolf lunged at his face with fangs bared, roaring in his mind.
"LIES! YOU WILL FAIL AS YOU ALWAYS HAVE!"
The Sith's open hand shot up and grabbed the top part of the wolfs muzzle, ignoring the pain as the jaw came up to dig into his thumb and slammed Sampson into the ground. The hound recovered and backed away as Grawn stood, the former Dark Jedi's eyes glowing with power, streaks of red and orange mixing with the yellow.
"No more, Sampson" he spat as he clenched his hand he had used to deflect the attack, "I'm putting you down."
The hound's shadowy mass began to shift as if it was a black ooze, twisted and bubbling. Watching in honest surprise, Grawn took a step back and brought his lightsaber to bare as Sampson took a humanoid form, its legs stretching to arms and stood up. When all was said and done, the hound had took on the form of Grawn himself.