Each time the figure looked on her she could feel the searing pain of a lightsaber blade on her flesh.  Those markings burning fresh on her face and body with every passing step.  Inori wanted to kill him now, to carve out his innards and hear him screaming until he choked on his own blood.  Images flashed in her mind and filled her senses with what that would feel like.  Lust of the darkest sort caused her heart to beast faster and muscles to flex.  She was poised on the edge of violence like some organic weapon and she was ready for the release.<br/><br/>The metallic taste of blood filled her nostrils.  Blood stains were just barely hidden amidst her black robes.  Really to call the tatters robes was a luxury as the fabric was unwashed and uncleaned, much like the red and black matts of hair that crowned her head.  The woman cared nothing for herself, nothing for her flesh as she gave herself only over to the lust of blood and hate.  Standing there now she looked as if she had emerged from a butcher’s shop.<br/><br/>Fists clenched and released, breathes quickened in and out of her chest and grew more ragged.  Beneath the robes her stomach could be seen as a chiseled expanse of forged muscle beneath tanned flesh.  She had endured the harshest punishments a mine could throw at her, emerging a hardened weapon.  Unhoned and unskilled, she was promising potential for wanton destruction.  Even now animal instinct kept her chained in place.  A growl flowed unabated from her throat when he mentioned the fellow students.  Hatred now directed toward the absentees that kept her here, kept her in this man’s presence and from her ultimate purpose of murder.  She wanted to direct this hate somewhere besides herself but the selfishness of her fellow trainees kept that from her, denied her the pleasure of sharing her pain.<br/><br/>Teeth flashed in a primal show of aggression and that growl emerged again.  Whether the woman was more human than animal had yet to be determined.<br/>