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Blog Post features mature, and violent themes, and includes cruelty to woodland creatures. Continue only if that isn't bothersome to you.
Blog Post features mature, and violent themes, and includes cruelty to woodland creatures. Continue only if that isn't bothersome to you.
Crysis had snuck out into the night, after her encounter with the Guardian of her looted holocron, her eyes had been opened to something before unconsidered, and now she was thirsty to explore this avenue herself. She had been gifted visions of wondrous, and terrible beasts; and the insinuation that such creatures could've been hers, should she explore, and truly dedicate herself to the teachings that had been imbued in her was simply too tempting to simply sit on...The ability to alter a creature, even against its will. She could've used it to create marvelous beasts of war, the size of some that she glimpsed didn't even seem feasible, and yet who was she to doubt the might of the Force? A very foolish, and evil part of her considered testing it on humans, but knew that would create much more problems than it was worth, settling to find some poor woodland creature and violate it instead.
People could come later, when she understood what she was doing...
The thought alone brought a smirk to her lips. Undoubtedly, there were Sith, and perhaps Jedi even that knew of such abilities, and were leaps, and bounds ahead of her. She should've alerted her Master Kathal first, but hadn't yet had a chance to see him, since her Dark deed that saw her come in possession of the holocron. In any case, why should he care how she chose to further herself? So long as their goals remained unchanged, the beasts in her visions could easily tip the scales of any given conflict. And what were the limits? From what she could tell, only her imagination, which those that knew her knew all too well was an already dark, and macabre space.
So she stalked through the woodlands, her Montrals making it so that the little creatures she found has zero chance to escape. Her Force abilities, in cadence with her racial abilities made it so that anything she targeted was essentially doomed to suffer briefly while she tried to manipulate it. Of course, she had failed to notice the OTHER things her vision showed her. It wasn't just animals, it was the entire living, breathing world around her that Crysis could play with as she saw fit. Still, she tried and failed many times over, until she had spent roughly two hours outside, having killed dozens of small rodents, and had not yet been able to actually,,, DO ANYTHING.
"Why, WONT YOU WORK!"
She growled at a dead rodent, picking it up by the tail and haphazardly tossing it aside. Moving to sit underneath a tree and got comfortable to rest for a while. Pulling her feet up under herself in the relative darkness afforded by the thick tree coverage, she simply sat and seethed in silence. Could it have be possible the apparition had led her astray? Purposely fed her visions of grandeur, knowing no such abilities existed? No, that hardly made sense. His visions had felt so real to her she could practically taste it. She knew it in her core to be true, but something was in the way.
She had been out here three hours, and felt more like an exterminator at this point than an alchemist. It was infuriating, and for a Dark Sider fury could be the basis between recklessness, and focus; she chose the latter. Continuing to seethe, focusing on her visions, trying to find clarity in the haze.
Movement caught her attention, and she outstretched a hand, easily calling the prowling Radacat to her hands through telekinetic use of the Force. The creature resisted, but under her grasp it was ll too easy to squeeze the air out of it. Though she didn't kill it, instead holding the creature in her hands and having the sudden irresistible urge to sink her teeth into its flesh. It wouldn't have been uncommon, or out of place for her, or her species. She still carried memories of hunting Thiamar with her parents on her homeworld. Although those memories were beyond suppressed, there was still a certain instinct that told her to do it... So she did.
She did not shave down her fangs to mix in with the human populace, so her canines were sharp, and sunk well into the creature until her jaw near clicked, feeling blood in her mouth her eyes opened in surprise, recoiling with a bloody sneer before dropping the creature, with was still taking labored breaths. Blood matted its fur, and while it tasted sour to her, she again held her hand over the dying creature, attempting to feel for its specific keys within the Force. The blood coating it gave her a new perspective, spilled in her anger, and highly reactive to her Dark will, she began to see the little keys that made up this creature, but had no idea what any of them meant... So she manipulated any she could twist.
This caused the floored creature to squeal in agony, its ligaments contorting at odd angles, eyeballs bloating briefly, while some of the muscle on its back seemed to go rigid. The more keys she manipulated the more varied the responses were, even contributing to hair change, and what seemed to be moments of jubilation, and pleasure; muscles bulging and becoming firmer. Its neck however shriveled up instantly at some point, and within moments it asphyxiated, unable to properly feed its lungs the air it needed to live. As cruel an experiment as it was, she was captivated by it. The second she had seen this; she knew she would do it again... And again, until she had perfected a way to craft weapons with this ability. Perhaps there was someone who knew more. The holocron had been an introduction, but if Kathal could not help her further, then she would need to go out into the galaxy and find someone that could.
Crysis sucked her teeth, turning her head partly to spit out a concoction of blood, fur, and flesh.
"I need a knife, next time..."
She said, picking up the now lightly mutated Radacat and holding it more like a used toy than anything else, spinning and observing it with interest before standing and throwing it off into the nearby marsh with a splash. Better to not leave such an abomination laying around to be found. She was too excited this time, she had turned too much of the keys at once, and didn't think to note what each one did. Though she knew enough to visibly witness how she had done it. She could recreate this experiment at a later date. Take her time with it.
It became clear as well, bloodshed seemed to help with the Alchemy. Though she also needed to figure out how long the blood was useful for, and that wouldn't work if it all spilled out on the ground... So, a knife, a Mortar, and perhaps something to record her findings. She was shocked to even catch herself thinking it... She reminded herself of Finnea in the moment.
Though she always told that girl, her would-be rival.
She wasn't an idiot.
With her findings, and newfound resolve granted by her small victories this night she took herself back to the Scions of the Truth compound. She snuck back in the same window she had left from, covering her tracks before once more showering and brushing her teeth. With that, she took herself to bed, finding it difficult to sleep, when malice, and alchemical wonder ran through her mind. She needed a humanoid of some kind... The species didn't matter
Any weakling would do...
People could come later, when she understood what she was doing...
The thought alone brought a smirk to her lips. Undoubtedly, there were Sith, and perhaps Jedi even that knew of such abilities, and were leaps, and bounds ahead of her. She should've alerted her Master Kathal first, but hadn't yet had a chance to see him, since her Dark deed that saw her come in possession of the holocron. In any case, why should he care how she chose to further herself? So long as their goals remained unchanged, the beasts in her visions could easily tip the scales of any given conflict. And what were the limits? From what she could tell, only her imagination, which those that knew her knew all too well was an already dark, and macabre space.
So she stalked through the woodlands, her Montrals making it so that the little creatures she found has zero chance to escape. Her Force abilities, in cadence with her racial abilities made it so that anything she targeted was essentially doomed to suffer briefly while she tried to manipulate it. Of course, she had failed to notice the OTHER things her vision showed her. It wasn't just animals, it was the entire living, breathing world around her that Crysis could play with as she saw fit. Still, she tried and failed many times over, until she had spent roughly two hours outside, having killed dozens of small rodents, and had not yet been able to actually,,, DO ANYTHING.
"Why, WONT YOU WORK!"
She growled at a dead rodent, picking it up by the tail and haphazardly tossing it aside. Moving to sit underneath a tree and got comfortable to rest for a while. Pulling her feet up under herself in the relative darkness afforded by the thick tree coverage, she simply sat and seethed in silence. Could it have be possible the apparition had led her astray? Purposely fed her visions of grandeur, knowing no such abilities existed? No, that hardly made sense. His visions had felt so real to her she could practically taste it. She knew it in her core to be true, but something was in the way.
She had been out here three hours, and felt more like an exterminator at this point than an alchemist. It was infuriating, and for a Dark Sider fury could be the basis between recklessness, and focus; she chose the latter. Continuing to seethe, focusing on her visions, trying to find clarity in the haze.
Movement caught her attention, and she outstretched a hand, easily calling the prowling Radacat to her hands through telekinetic use of the Force. The creature resisted, but under her grasp it was ll too easy to squeeze the air out of it. Though she didn't kill it, instead holding the creature in her hands and having the sudden irresistible urge to sink her teeth into its flesh. It wouldn't have been uncommon, or out of place for her, or her species. She still carried memories of hunting Thiamar with her parents on her homeworld. Although those memories were beyond suppressed, there was still a certain instinct that told her to do it... So she did.
She did not shave down her fangs to mix in with the human populace, so her canines were sharp, and sunk well into the creature until her jaw near clicked, feeling blood in her mouth her eyes opened in surprise, recoiling with a bloody sneer before dropping the creature, with was still taking labored breaths. Blood matted its fur, and while it tasted sour to her, she again held her hand over the dying creature, attempting to feel for its specific keys within the Force. The blood coating it gave her a new perspective, spilled in her anger, and highly reactive to her Dark will, she began to see the little keys that made up this creature, but had no idea what any of them meant... So she manipulated any she could twist.
This caused the floored creature to squeal in agony, its ligaments contorting at odd angles, eyeballs bloating briefly, while some of the muscle on its back seemed to go rigid. The more keys she manipulated the more varied the responses were, even contributing to hair change, and what seemed to be moments of jubilation, and pleasure; muscles bulging and becoming firmer. Its neck however shriveled up instantly at some point, and within moments it asphyxiated, unable to properly feed its lungs the air it needed to live. As cruel an experiment as it was, she was captivated by it. The second she had seen this; she knew she would do it again... And again, until she had perfected a way to craft weapons with this ability. Perhaps there was someone who knew more. The holocron had been an introduction, but if Kathal could not help her further, then she would need to go out into the galaxy and find someone that could.
Crysis sucked her teeth, turning her head partly to spit out a concoction of blood, fur, and flesh.
"I need a knife, next time..."
She said, picking up the now lightly mutated Radacat and holding it more like a used toy than anything else, spinning and observing it with interest before standing and throwing it off into the nearby marsh with a splash. Better to not leave such an abomination laying around to be found. She was too excited this time, she had turned too much of the keys at once, and didn't think to note what each one did. Though she knew enough to visibly witness how she had done it. She could recreate this experiment at a later date. Take her time with it.
It became clear as well, bloodshed seemed to help with the Alchemy. Though she also needed to figure out how long the blood was useful for, and that wouldn't work if it all spilled out on the ground... So, a knife, a Mortar, and perhaps something to record her findings. She was shocked to even catch herself thinking it... She reminded herself of Finnea in the moment.
Though she always told that girl, her would-be rival.
She wasn't an idiot.
With her findings, and newfound resolve granted by her small victories this night she took herself back to the Scions of the Truth compound. She snuck back in the same window she had left from, covering her tracks before once more showering and brushing her teeth. With that, she took herself to bed, finding it difficult to sleep, when malice, and alchemical wonder ran through her mind. She needed a humanoid of some kind... The species didn't matter
Any weakling would do...
