To Be A Master

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar straightened his arms and spread his feet a bit, allowing the Zabrak guards to administer what was needed to his form to ensure he was taken care of. A few grunts escaped him as they poked and prodded various areas upon his body that were clearly wounded. He watched and listened to Krest as the man spoke, remaining silent in the moment. His gaze flickered from his master to the Zabraks around him. Truth be told, the half breed was interested in how they viewed him now. Only a few days before he took on the guard single handed to prove himself, but that matter of facing the king and winning, even on a technicality, must of brought something to the forefront of their minds.

"To be honest with you, I came up with it on the spot. The way you shaped the earth made me think I could do something similar," Vaulkhar offered his first show of emotion that wasn't negative in the form of a smile. The orange color within his gaze slowly dissipated.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Not a bad thought process. Maybe I should show you how to Shape some time. You might be able to do some devastating things if you combine that with say, air." He mused to [member="Vaulkhar"] , grinning at the Epicanthix's smile. There was some headway at least. Around them the Honor Guard weren't so much seen as felt, though to the blind man it would be one in the same. They had respected his strength and begrudgingly accepted him as one of their own upon the Kings order and his victory over them. But seeing him defeat the King gave a whole new emotion. Acceptance.

Krest glanced around the room to each of the guards, grinning.

"He bested me in the truest test our people have with his own strength. While he may not have our horns or our fangs, from this day forward Vaulkhar is a son of Iridonia. The son of the King. Those who would challenge do so now." None did. Had Krest planned it to have Vaulkhar prove himself to those who could challenge first? He'd show no inclination of it. With none raising any objection they all fell to a single knee, bowing before the man. Krest followed in suit.

"Then hail the Prince of Iridonia, Vaulkhar Novar."