Swarm Mother
Out on the Rim.
Unknown World - Hope it stays that way
The day I should have acted, #Entry 387, the Scrolls of Taiden Keth
Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day - Jung
Keth’s Acolytes and Circle of Six freed from his grasp, the galaxy could cross one more sociopath off their list of problems, as could his unleashed acolytes thanks to [member="Taeli Raaf"]. Some set to perish for foolish ideals, honor or causes Natalya did and would not ever share. Each was free to find their own path, some darker than others.
She was a huntress, and due to his experimentation unable to touch man made objects since Kashyyyk. Parasitic control still across her arms, hips and neck freed at his death, but given her nature now fully bonded with her limbs. Like Keth’s biodroids, insectoid outer arms were growing in the place of flesh and bone, each day further and stronger than before, to replace more of the young corellian that had been underneath. Homeless without land to call her own, who would tolerate the abomination she had become? None until now.
Winding her way through dark like beast, hissing pack sisters with her in defiance of the local predators. She hunted on damp jungle world, the last of Krayt’s legacy carried with her, Keth’s shattered armor, spikes and daggers across her belt like wild teeth. Snarling and snapping came from shadows around her, feeling the many presences of this world underneath her skin, in her blood, itching behind her eyes, and speaking within mind… they were everywhere. Inside her most of all.
Unknown World - Hope it stays that way
The day I should have acted, #Entry 387, the Scrolls of Taiden Keth
Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day - Jung
Keth’s Acolytes and Circle of Six freed from his grasp, the galaxy could cross one more sociopath off their list of problems, as could his unleashed acolytes thanks to [member="Taeli Raaf"]. Some set to perish for foolish ideals, honor or causes Natalya did and would not ever share. Each was free to find their own path, some darker than others.
She was a huntress, and due to his experimentation unable to touch man made objects since Kashyyyk. Parasitic control still across her arms, hips and neck freed at his death, but given her nature now fully bonded with her limbs. Like Keth’s biodroids, insectoid outer arms were growing in the place of flesh and bone, each day further and stronger than before, to replace more of the young corellian that had been underneath. Homeless without land to call her own, who would tolerate the abomination she had become? None until now.
Winding her way through dark like beast, hissing pack sisters with her in defiance of the local predators. She hunted on damp jungle world, the last of Krayt’s legacy carried with her, Keth’s shattered armor, spikes and daggers across her belt like wild teeth. Snarling and snapping came from shadows around her, feeling the many presences of this world underneath her skin, in her blood, itching behind her eyes, and speaking within mind… they were everywhere. Inside her most of all.