Vaegar strolls into the safety of the cabin, lighting the candles to ensure a soft warmth is present. His mind, awash of emotions that have never been present before, is his sole concern right now. There have been too many confusing and conflicting feelings for him to return to his center. It was time to meditate.
He seats himself in the center of the floor and gently places his battle staff to one side. He strokes the blade, admiring the quality of of the craftsmenship. He then places his hands upon his knees and starts breathing in slow and deep, just the way his mother taught him. He retreats into his mind.
He imagins a candle, burning softly in space void of everything. The candle burns low and castes no light but soon it will burn bright again.
He stills his thoughts and in his minds eye he looks about at the contents presented here. Memories slowly slip buy his vision, emotions dart across his field of veiw. He reaches out with hand that is not there and gentlty pulls the contents of his mind to the flame of the candle.
Into the candle they go, one by one. Memories of home. Of Shadowrose. Memories of his family and friends. Memories of his first apperence before his beloved Emperess. All the memories, all the emotions he feeds into the flame, Untill only a handful remain.
Suddenly, A flash of light cuts across his vision. Red Eyes look into his own and he can feel the emotions of love, affection and even lust burst from the candle back into his mind. He blinks, and stuggles to cast aside these thoughts, again feeding the flame of his Spirit with his mind.
He reaches out and finds the memories of these past few nights. The Shame he felt at the seeing the Biata with bloody brows and sadness in his eyes. Into the fire. He grabs the memory of the speach and pride that followed as the King honored him with his gift. Into the fire in went.
Another bright flash, and the Eyes return, red and blood soaked. Thoughts of admiration swell around him. He is...happy to see the eyes....he is happy the eyes look upon him again....He is...no. Must resist. Must not give in.
Vaegar shakes his head in the real world, and reinforces his will upon his mind. Into the fire he castes the emotions. Shame, hatred, love, longing. Joy, happieness, sorrow, pride. He pushes, pushes with all his will to feed the light of the candles flame. But still, the eyes are present. Mocking, joyless, doughtful. All these and more he feels as the eyes of the Vampire stare down upon him. He continues to push his memories and emotions into the buring flame everything and all that he his he places in the into the buring light before him.
With each memory and emotion it consumes the candle grows brighter, It builds and grows untill the light is all that can be seen. Vaegar pushes the last of the emotions and thoughts into the light, and turns his minds eye away from the brightness, fearing it could blind him at any moment. He looks up to see the Eyes of the Vampire before him, watching him. willing him to defy them. A look of sterness grows in them at what he is doing, and at that one finial thought trickles its way infront of his vision and in to the fire.
Summoning all the willpower he could, he truned to the eyes and stared right back. Through sheer force of will Vaegar attempts to push the eyes back. Back and closer to the flame.
With every ounce of his strength he stares into the eyes of the creature of the night and forces them back, one gurling pace at a time. With all his might he pushes back and then sees the eyes one last time. A look of despair can be seen in them, right before he pushes them in to the candle light.
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Two hours later Vaegar wakes. He opens his eyes to the interior of his cabin. The candles are out but the sun has not yet risen. He stands, though shakenly, and sipps water from a glass and pitch on the night stand. He then curles up into his bunk,sleep easily coming to him, this time though, he dreams an eyeless dream, it is a dream.....of revenge.
He seats himself in the center of the floor and gently places his battle staff to one side. He strokes the blade, admiring the quality of of the craftsmenship. He then places his hands upon his knees and starts breathing in slow and deep, just the way his mother taught him. He retreats into his mind.
He imagins a candle, burning softly in space void of everything. The candle burns low and castes no light but soon it will burn bright again.
He stills his thoughts and in his minds eye he looks about at the contents presented here. Memories slowly slip buy his vision, emotions dart across his field of veiw. He reaches out with hand that is not there and gentlty pulls the contents of his mind to the flame of the candle.
Into the candle they go, one by one. Memories of home. Of Shadowrose. Memories of his family and friends. Memories of his first apperence before his beloved Emperess. All the memories, all the emotions he feeds into the flame, Untill only a handful remain.
Suddenly, A flash of light cuts across his vision. Red Eyes look into his own and he can feel the emotions of love, affection and even lust burst from the candle back into his mind. He blinks, and stuggles to cast aside these thoughts, again feeding the flame of his Spirit with his mind.
He reaches out and finds the memories of these past few nights. The Shame he felt at the seeing the Biata with bloody brows and sadness in his eyes. Into the fire. He grabs the memory of the speach and pride that followed as the King honored him with his gift. Into the fire in went.
Another bright flash, and the Eyes return, red and blood soaked. Thoughts of admiration swell around him. He is...happy to see the eyes....he is happy the eyes look upon him again....He is...no. Must resist. Must not give in.
Vaegar shakes his head in the real world, and reinforces his will upon his mind. Into the fire he castes the emotions. Shame, hatred, love, longing. Joy, happieness, sorrow, pride. He pushes, pushes with all his will to feed the light of the candles flame. But still, the eyes are present. Mocking, joyless, doughtful. All these and more he feels as the eyes of the Vampire stare down upon him. He continues to push his memories and emotions into the buring flame everything and all that he his he places in the into the buring light before him.
With each memory and emotion it consumes the candle grows brighter, It builds and grows untill the light is all that can be seen. Vaegar pushes the last of the emotions and thoughts into the light, and turns his minds eye away from the brightness, fearing it could blind him at any moment. He looks up to see the Eyes of the Vampire before him, watching him. willing him to defy them. A look of sterness grows in them at what he is doing, and at that one finial thought trickles its way infront of his vision and in to the fire.
Summoning all the willpower he could, he truned to the eyes and stared right back. Through sheer force of will Vaegar attempts to push the eyes back. Back and closer to the flame.
With every ounce of his strength he stares into the eyes of the creature of the night and forces them back, one gurling pace at a time. With all his might he pushes back and then sees the eyes one last time. A look of despair can be seen in them, right before he pushes them in to the candle light.
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Two hours later Vaegar wakes. He opens his eyes to the interior of his cabin. The candles are out but the sun has not yet risen. He stands, though shakenly, and sipps water from a glass and pitch on the night stand. He then curles up into his bunk,sleep easily coming to him, this time though, he dreams an eyeless dream, it is a dream.....of revenge.