Blake Morrigan
The Nightraven
"Why? Why did I attack you? Why are you still alive? Why am I talking to you right now?"
Blake just stared at him with an expression that made it obvious that she was not very amused...Sith Lord or not Blake did not often smile yet alone take things very lightly. Especially after an attempt on her life had been made by the same person...and as he rubbed his chin and began to explain to her that he was simply 'purging' her Blake frowned deeply and narrowed her eyes tightly in disdain. He attempted to kill her in broad daylight simply because she was 'weak'?
Where was the logic in that? He could of just as easily told her to pack her bags and beat it but instead he decided to go the extra mile and make some kind of sick example of her.
Had the young woman not been practically paralyzed she might of tried to fight him again regardless of her current position.
Attempting to settle herself down she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he then proceeded to give her props as if this was some kind of gang initiation. Shaking her head for a moment and opening her golden eyes once again and turning to face him. His statement about training her forcing a cocked brow from Blake as he left her to her own devices.
Now left in silence with nothing but the light bleeping of the machinery around her Blake took this time to think about how to proceed with this...situation she found herself in. She was really not cut out for this kind of thing...at this rate she was grasping at straws and yet somehow she managed to cling to her survival like some kind of desperate animal. And what made her most curious...is what exactly drew all of these powerful Sith Lords to such an insignificant creature such as herself...Kaine being the first...Tirdarius the second, Abyss the third...and now Krest. It made no sense to her as a result she found herself becoming more and more stressed about it.
No matter...nothing a good rest could not solve.
Blake stood at the front desk as a secretary signed her discharge papers...Blakes arms crossed impatiently over her chest as she waited for this slow and tedious process to come to an end. And sure enough...it did.
After about twenty minutes~
Blake took her papers and sighed softly, making her way towards the exit to get back to her life after this whole ordeal.
Blake just stared at him with an expression that made it obvious that she was not very amused...Sith Lord or not Blake did not often smile yet alone take things very lightly. Especially after an attempt on her life had been made by the same person...and as he rubbed his chin and began to explain to her that he was simply 'purging' her Blake frowned deeply and narrowed her eyes tightly in disdain. He attempted to kill her in broad daylight simply because she was 'weak'?
Where was the logic in that? He could of just as easily told her to pack her bags and beat it but instead he decided to go the extra mile and make some kind of sick example of her.
Had the young woman not been practically paralyzed she might of tried to fight him again regardless of her current position.
Attempting to settle herself down she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he then proceeded to give her props as if this was some kind of gang initiation. Shaking her head for a moment and opening her golden eyes once again and turning to face him. His statement about training her forcing a cocked brow from Blake as he left her to her own devices.
Now left in silence with nothing but the light bleeping of the machinery around her Blake took this time to think about how to proceed with this...situation she found herself in. She was really not cut out for this kind of thing...at this rate she was grasping at straws and yet somehow she managed to cling to her survival like some kind of desperate animal. And what made her most curious...is what exactly drew all of these powerful Sith Lords to such an insignificant creature such as herself...Kaine being the first...Tirdarius the second, Abyss the third...and now Krest. It made no sense to her as a result she found herself becoming more and more stressed about it.
No matter...nothing a good rest could not solve.
2 Weeks Later
Enough time had passed for the girl. So many days spent in the infirmary without being allowed to leave was starting to irk the woman...she could only assume that Krest was partially responsible for keeping her locked away until her body recovered. Either way, her muscles were back to their typical state and a number of her wounds had finally closed and healed, and with that they had no reason to keep her there. Blake stood at the front desk as a secretary signed her discharge papers...Blakes arms crossed impatiently over her chest as she waited for this slow and tedious process to come to an end. And sure enough...it did.
After about twenty minutes~
Blake took her papers and sighed softly, making her way towards the exit to get back to her life after this whole ordeal.
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