Simetra watched the angry student start to control her aura.  She could sense the strong current still seething in the young woman's aura, but she knew what she was looking for.  The hate was a powerful motivator, and the vicious mind that lay under it was turbulent and imbalanced.  That was not necessarily a bad thing.  A Sith could use that imbalance, could use it to tap into the power of the Dark Side.<br/><br/>"Better.  Much better.  I will expect you all to experiment with this.  Understand it.  Control of the Force is one thing.  Control of yourself is another.  Of the two, it is yourself that will call death to you."  She spoke not merely for the sake of Xollen, but also Damiana.  If they told the others, so be it.  Inquisitive as the other was, he would undoubtedly question someone on the nature of the runes in the flooring.  He might even find a different use for them.  She stepped out of her circle and started stalking Xollen again.  Her aura's presence faded immediately from the floor, and she gestured slowly, her staff still on the floor.<br/><br/>"As you learn to control the source of your power from within, you should also consider the uses of the source of your power outside of yourself.  You feel the Dark Side flow through you - but the anger, the hate, the pain, these are not the Dark Side itself.  But they can be used to mask the Dark Side.  To feel these things is not unusual; to sense these things is.  Jedi," she smirked, seeing how the word itself caused Xollen anguish, "Jedi do not feel these things themselves.  But they can sense them.  CAST the feeling away!  Fill the room with them!  Not the Force - no, reserve the Force!"<br/><br/>She spread her hands and inclined her head, glaring at Xollen, letting the woman feel the venomous spite, her disdain again.  "This is not the Dark Side.  This is the source of my strength within the Dark Side!  But to another, they feel the pain, the hate, the anger, and they wonder, 'what is this?' and know it to be something else.  It is too direct, to bold!"  The sith Lord stepped back, and she brought her hands in, placing them in what was certainly a painful position, the backs of her hands pressed against each other in front of her chest, pointing and middle fingers hooked, ring fingers parallel, thumbs and pinkies meeting in circles.  She exhaled and the feelings Xollen and Damiana were sensing dispersed....but not entirely.  Much more dramatic was the effect on Xollen's aura as it circled and writhed at the edges of the rune circle.<br/><br/>Though not nearly as tight and thick as Simetra's had been, now the edges were frayed, almost misty looking.  "Reach out with your senses.  Feel the future before you.  Reach out with your hate and anger, and feel how I have changed the way you sense in this place!  It is temporary, but it is a tool - one which has served the true Sith in the past, and will in the future!"  The blurring of the future, clouding the senses of the force was critical.  It was a childs trick, to do so bluntly and so obviously, but it was the beginning of techniques that would let the Sith students become mysterious enemies to their foes, unpredictable, invisible to the power to sense the future.<br/><br/>If they were quick enough to learn it, and desperate enough to use it.  That last, she provided.  "If I predict you come for me, to poison me against the others and betray me, I will slay you.  Only this technique, mastered, will let you hide your feelings from me completely!  Without it....<em>you will fall</em>!"  She held her hands steady, protecting herself from the ability of another to use the force to sense her presence, thoughts or power.  It would not hurt to let them experiment for a bit.  Perhaps one would surprise her.