Post by Apillis on Jul 23, 2012 13:14:29 GMT -5
Hervor shifted to her left a couple paces while maintaining her stance with her blade drawn back ready to strike. But Adara's sudden outburst seemingly made Hervor's twisted grin grow even further. Once again, the young man out of his arrogant stupidity proved her point about him for her it as it appeared. She could not help but let out a snicker, once again a Sith Lord indulged him, but his bloviating antics leading him to step well beyond his station continually leads him to situations out of his control, and more and more causing his own downfall.
But an important question had to be asked. When will his chronic antics of bringing about his own downfall start to affect the other initiates and/or Sith? Is a fool like that one they actually want to entrust with even the task of dying on the battlefield?
Despite her disposition and presence filled with swelling, scorching rage and forceful bellicosity, she uttered to Adara with that dark, twisted, monstrous grin of hers, "What did it do, Vesperia? Let me guess, did some little telepathic antic? Something it foolishly thought was penetrating? It does that.", she chuckled, "Whoever taught it, taught it to use telepathy with a fair degree of talent. But how to use that talent wisely, apparently it was never given. Ask yourself: do you genuinely believe it can be taught anything of use given its blind arrogance? Here it is at the apex of those who wield dark side. And how does it choose to carry itself? Like a fool. It talks out of its emotions, but does not even know how to use them as power. At its age to not even know that yet, really now... How much do you think it can be taught?"
She inched closer to Adara, her presence pulsing with malice, there was no shred of humanity or mercy with her, whatever there had been had been torn apart long ago. There was only the existence of darkness and rage, oppressive--ever pressing the entity of its being against that which dares oppose it. Some shadows dwell only where they are darkest, while others only slumber there from time to time but eventually crawls out of its dwelling to devour the light, for it feels strongest and the darkness of its being bleakest when contrasted against its polar. The humanity and dash of mercy Adara provided for the young man, the very void within Hervor's heart wanted to consume it whole.
"Take a second, Vesperia...", Hervor hissed with that grin of hers, "I understand, how you feel--I truly do... The time I spent among the military years ago, I know the logic you are trying to employ. As any recruit can potentially be a great soldier, so can any initiate become a great Sith. But, there are exceptions to the rule, even the military has standards and cuts their losses deeming a failure of a recruit not even worthy of dying on the battlefield as cannon fodder. With all its cowardice, can you even trust it to fight? It boasts of its power, but when made to prove its power--its first instinct is to run away. Would you have wanted something like it fighting at your side at Drunkenwell? Could you trust it with the tasks it would have been given?"
That twisted grin of Hervor's gained a slight sly expression to it as she subtly moved little closer to Adara, "With the upcoming battles with the Mandalorians... do you think it wise to actually have that thing on the field of battle?"
And then in a flash, that twisted grin just vanished and all there was a stone faced glare of a creature of darkness, her blood red irises surrounded by a murky black that was once the whites of her eyes decades ago. She uttered with a voice that held only command and authority, the sudden change in her tone and disposition was abrupt--the change being as chaotic as the very discord of the dark side that fueled her and her rage still ever so oppressively present, "Sometimes losses simply need to be severed. Like an canker, simply remove it, and it will never be dealt with again, and time and focus can be better spent elsewhere."
((Edit: Fix'd a couple typoes, likely more there.))
But an important question had to be asked. When will his chronic antics of bringing about his own downfall start to affect the other initiates and/or Sith? Is a fool like that one they actually want to entrust with even the task of dying on the battlefield?
Despite her disposition and presence filled with swelling, scorching rage and forceful bellicosity, she uttered to Adara with that dark, twisted, monstrous grin of hers, "What did it do, Vesperia? Let me guess, did some little telepathic antic? Something it foolishly thought was penetrating? It does that.", she chuckled, "Whoever taught it, taught it to use telepathy with a fair degree of talent. But how to use that talent wisely, apparently it was never given. Ask yourself: do you genuinely believe it can be taught anything of use given its blind arrogance? Here it is at the apex of those who wield dark side. And how does it choose to carry itself? Like a fool. It talks out of its emotions, but does not even know how to use them as power. At its age to not even know that yet, really now... How much do you think it can be taught?"
She inched closer to Adara, her presence pulsing with malice, there was no shred of humanity or mercy with her, whatever there had been had been torn apart long ago. There was only the existence of darkness and rage, oppressive--ever pressing the entity of its being against that which dares oppose it. Some shadows dwell only where they are darkest, while others only slumber there from time to time but eventually crawls out of its dwelling to devour the light, for it feels strongest and the darkness of its being bleakest when contrasted against its polar. The humanity and dash of mercy Adara provided for the young man, the very void within Hervor's heart wanted to consume it whole.
"Take a second, Vesperia...", Hervor hissed with that grin of hers, "I understand, how you feel--I truly do... The time I spent among the military years ago, I know the logic you are trying to employ. As any recruit can potentially be a great soldier, so can any initiate become a great Sith. But, there are exceptions to the rule, even the military has standards and cuts their losses deeming a failure of a recruit not even worthy of dying on the battlefield as cannon fodder. With all its cowardice, can you even trust it to fight? It boasts of its power, but when made to prove its power--its first instinct is to run away. Would you have wanted something like it fighting at your side at Drunkenwell? Could you trust it with the tasks it would have been given?"
That twisted grin of Hervor's gained a slight sly expression to it as she subtly moved little closer to Adara, "With the upcoming battles with the Mandalorians... do you think it wise to actually have that thing on the field of battle?"
And then in a flash, that twisted grin just vanished and all there was a stone faced glare of a creature of darkness, her blood red irises surrounded by a murky black that was once the whites of her eyes decades ago. She uttered with a voice that held only command and authority, the sudden change in her tone and disposition was abrupt--the change being as chaotic as the very discord of the dark side that fueled her and her rage still ever so oppressively present, "Sometimes losses simply need to be severed. Like an canker, simply remove it, and it will never be dealt with again, and time and focus can be better spent elsewhere."
((Edit: Fix'd a couple typoes, likely more there.))
