A terrible glare

[Darth Odium]

Black eyes, cold black eyes were one thing he had always possesed. Those obsidian orbs now stared across the landscape of Coruscant and toward the spot where the Jedi temple had once stood. It had been his first appearance into the galaxy, his first step out of the shadows and by his hand and careful planning the Jedi temple had fallen. Now as he stood in his wrap his upper body and myriad inky black tattoos exposed he waited.

His large hands rested on the railing of the balcony of his study and he fought the urge to consume life from those below. His time beyond shadows had helped him learn control but it only lasted so long and soon he would need to move on and feed again. His servant droid, a new luxury, anounced he would have company soon and the mute sith lord nodded his dismissal. A being, [member="Darth Raven"] would meet him today and he would change her understanding of the force forever.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Like the other great Sith Lords of the One Sith Order, Darth Raven had known through word of mouth about the one called [member="Darth Odium"] . A powerful Sith in his own rights who, at a time, was a slave who was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of a powerful Sith Lord himself. While in hiding during the constant battles with the Jedi and other enemies of the Sith he continued to train and grew all the more stronger for it. Having passed along from others that, if she could, she wanted to meet him and learn some of his secrets, Raven was surprised to hear that he agreed to see her. With haste she'd gone to meet with him where he wanted, his personal study.​

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Upon entering she quickly walked up behind him, keeping a few feet distance, before giving a low bow and saying "You summoned me, Lord Odium?"​

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Darth Raven"]

He turned his black eyes toward the young sith and nodded. He knew his time would be short and his new lease on life would not exceed his last one and it meant he would have to leave something behind, his knowledge.

<<Yes>> he said telepathically as he walked by her and grabbed his robe. <<I wish to give you a gift...if you prove you can survive it.>>

He crossed his arms and regarded her with those knowing obsidian orbs as he looked for signs of weakness. His head tresses snaked across his shoulders sniffing the air for pheromones and indicators of her mental or emotional state. It wouldn't matter much if she wanted knowledge he would give it but what knowledge depended much on her.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

The sudden echo of his voice in her mind had startled Darth Raven for a moment. She held her head from the small vibrating feeling it left. She'd never had someone speak to her via telepathy before, so of course it was an odd and somewhat startling experience. But she could feel [member="Darth Odium"] reading her. Those black orbs that were looking through her. He would find a need to know things, but also a deeper sense of wrath, lust, and greed. All of these stemmed from the same source, a feel of betrayal by Raven's former master, now turned Jedi cohort. Her yellow eyes beamed back to his black, empty ones as she gave her answer to him questioning if she could survive his "gift".​

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"I intend to." ​