<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain, Moira, Rhoven<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Fear blended with some sort of manic yearning in Theraeve's gaze when Kalain purposefully stalked back towards her, his lean frame casting shadows over her as he ominously towered over her, blotting out the sun. Meeting his razor-sharp blue eyes, it was as if they were windows to his soul through which she could see beyond the contemptuous and aloof facade, and what she saw left her practically hypnotized. Had it been possible, she might have willingly thrown herself into the tempestuous void that crackled with blazing rage behind those icy irises.<br/><br/>Without even glancing down, Theraeve's breath caught in her throat as she was somehow acutely aware of the first being balled up into a dangerous weapon. Was she happy to have been defeated? Quite the opposite, she had a sizable ego of her own and absolutely abhorred failure, which left her confused by the way that she was feeling. While her heart pounded wildly, it was as if something incredibly potent and visceral was bleeding out through her chest, transmuting dread and disappointment into anticipation. Any sensation that might make Theraeve forget about her own demons, even if it was that of receiving a painful beating, was still one that she desperately craved.<br/><br/>That was why her entire body trembled with anger and frustration when it was denied to her. Snapping her head to the side, she noticed the familiar white aura enveloping the Aes Sedai standing at the edge of the sands. Recognizing the simple Air weave used to carry the sound of one's voice, Theraeve immediately jumped to conclusions, blaming Kal's reluctance on this meddling little chit's interference without even hearing a word of what had been spoken.<br/><br/>Eyes narrowing into a venomous glare directed at Moira, Theraeve applied the technique that she'd taught herself to overcome - or at least circumvent - her own fierce temper when she wanted to tap into the One Power. Rounding up the stormy mess of emotions running rampant through her head, she stuffed them all into an imagined vault where they could be kept temporarily isolated while she channeled.<br/><br/>Putting together a relatively simple weave of Spirit, she used it to cut through the other woman's Air weave with a quick swipe of her hand. Half a moment later, Theraeve was already forcing herself up to her feet, albeit with great difficulty, slapping Rhoven's hand away abruptly and otherwise ignoring his presence. She was already too focused on her next move, which was another simple weave, this one utilizing Air to lift up a blunted practice sword that had been left discarded a few feet away from where she stood.<br/><br/>The weapon came flying hilt-first into her grasp while she was already on the move, blitzing forward to slash down across Kalain's shoulder, the strike fueled by every shred of vindictive rage that suddenly erupted back out from the depths of her mind all at once. A mixture between a labored groan and a hoarse, incensed scream escaped from Theraeve's dry throat as the vibrations transferred from the steel through to her bones, and she nearly stumbled back down to the ground herself when the Master of Arms went down.<br/><br/>The sword slipping from between her fingers when she took a step back on shaky legs, her eyes went wide with horror as she took in the scene and began to realize what she'd just done. Overwhelmed with the scalding flames of shame and guilt that suddenly engulfed her, her chest heaving from her heavy panting, Theraeve turned on her heels and tried to distance herself from the chaos she'd just unwittingly orchestrated, wanting nothing more than to disappear and crawl under a rock somewhere far away.