Sharkish’Ki
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IC: Sharkish'Ki
Vassek III - Training room IV
Pain surged through his human body as his relaxed frame was sent hurtling backwards against his will. Shock and bewilderment rapidly gave way to aggression as his head made a resounding thump against the irregular stonework of the ancient walls. Dust and debris was sent billowing from behind him as a warmth trickled down his neck as his fresh blood pooled into the recess of his clavicle, accompanied by the smell of copper drawn through his flared nostrils with his rapid breath. His vision had narrowed on impact, and a resounding thump was audible in his ears as his blood pressure climbed with his heart rate. Pain coursed though his back and shoulders as the Force pressed him firmly to the stone wall. He was pinned, perhaps a meter from the ground.
Before him, his sight began to play tricks on him. The clear outline of the Kaleesh cyborg's outstretched claw began to twist and shimmer, blurring in and out of reality as his subconscious wall of amnesia began to melt away. Sparks of pain crackled in his head as his Lord's form slowly stomped toward him, the cyborg's skeletal form morphed and twisted. Its ornate plating seemed to melt and flow like running paint, fusing together like skin. Lord Vexx was now replaced by an unnervingly tall, slim woman that seemed to tower over Sharkish'Ki with every advance. Where there was none, now immense light shone through her billowing, golden hair, like a righteous tempest that sent her facial features into menacing darkness. Her eyes once blue, began to bleed and morph into red-orange wreathed pits of pure darkness that burrowed into him. Sharkish'Ki felt himself diminishing in her presence as he fought to defend himself from the glare. He couldn't shut his eyes, as he clenched his jaw and snarled as the pain twisted his face. He could feel power inside him growing; the fear welled, and the hatred burned.
Sharkish'Ki quivered against the stone, fighting the Force brought against him with his own power, as he stared back into the pits of fire that was his mother's eyes. The defiance grew inside him as his mind fought to control his splayed arms. It was like pulling the heaviest weight he'd lifted, as the musculature of his arms and chest strained against the telekinetic onslaught. He was not this small boy his mother had always insisted he be. He was quick, and powerful, and now was the time to prove it, as his arms struggled under his command.
"You... won't..." He stammered through gritted teeth, "Not... anymore!"
The woman now face to face with him, grinned, exposing a cornucopia of pearly-white canines. She was hunched over him, like a jeering serpent wearing a long, ivory satin dress that flowed down to her bony bare feet. Her narrow arms extended above them both, ending in delicately long fingers, with long, blue nails that raked and clawed deep into the stonework just above his head, sending dust and grit into his eyes. Was he here? Or was he there...
It was like her laugh was holding him against his will. Still he struggled. "You're weeeak..." She snarled, "Using petty tricksss..." The memory of her voice burrowed into his ears like raging tinnitus. "I've told yooou before not to waste my time with thisss!"
Sharkish'Ki dug deep into his untapped rage and wrestled with all his might to free his grasp. All the while, the sand between the stones at his feet had descended into the foundations, responding to vibrations around the thick stone slab he'd chosen to focus on. He stared into her eyes. She was close enough to see in her pupils his own hatred reflected back at him. The stone cracked away from its neighbours in a puff of sand and rubble, ascending rapidly at the creature's centre mass...
@Grievance Vexx
Vassek III - Training room IV
Pain surged through his human body as his relaxed frame was sent hurtling backwards against his will. Shock and bewilderment rapidly gave way to aggression as his head made a resounding thump against the irregular stonework of the ancient walls. Dust and debris was sent billowing from behind him as a warmth trickled down his neck as his fresh blood pooled into the recess of his clavicle, accompanied by the smell of copper drawn through his flared nostrils with his rapid breath. His vision had narrowed on impact, and a resounding thump was audible in his ears as his blood pressure climbed with his heart rate. Pain coursed though his back and shoulders as the Force pressed him firmly to the stone wall. He was pinned, perhaps a meter from the ground.
Before him, his sight began to play tricks on him. The clear outline of the Kaleesh cyborg's outstretched claw began to twist and shimmer, blurring in and out of reality as his subconscious wall of amnesia began to melt away. Sparks of pain crackled in his head as his Lord's form slowly stomped toward him, the cyborg's skeletal form morphed and twisted. Its ornate plating seemed to melt and flow like running paint, fusing together like skin. Lord Vexx was now replaced by an unnervingly tall, slim woman that seemed to tower over Sharkish'Ki with every advance. Where there was none, now immense light shone through her billowing, golden hair, like a righteous tempest that sent her facial features into menacing darkness. Her eyes once blue, began to bleed and morph into red-orange wreathed pits of pure darkness that burrowed into him. Sharkish'Ki felt himself diminishing in her presence as he fought to defend himself from the glare. He couldn't shut his eyes, as he clenched his jaw and snarled as the pain twisted his face. He could feel power inside him growing; the fear welled, and the hatred burned.
Sharkish'Ki quivered against the stone, fighting the Force brought against him with his own power, as he stared back into the pits of fire that was his mother's eyes. The defiance grew inside him as his mind fought to control his splayed arms. It was like pulling the heaviest weight he'd lifted, as the musculature of his arms and chest strained against the telekinetic onslaught. He was not this small boy his mother had always insisted he be. He was quick, and powerful, and now was the time to prove it, as his arms struggled under his command.
"You... won't..." He stammered through gritted teeth, "Not... anymore!"
The woman now face to face with him, grinned, exposing a cornucopia of pearly-white canines. She was hunched over him, like a jeering serpent wearing a long, ivory satin dress that flowed down to her bony bare feet. Her narrow arms extended above them both, ending in delicately long fingers, with long, blue nails that raked and clawed deep into the stonework just above his head, sending dust and grit into his eyes. Was he here? Or was he there...
It was like her laugh was holding him against his will. Still he struggled. "You're weeeak..." She snarled, "Using petty tricksss..." The memory of her voice burrowed into his ears like raging tinnitus. "I've told yooou before not to waste my time with thisss!"
Sharkish'Ki dug deep into his untapped rage and wrestled with all his might to free his grasp. All the while, the sand between the stones at his feet had descended into the foundations, responding to vibrations around the thick stone slab he'd chosen to focus on. He stared into her eyes. She was close enough to see in her pupils his own hatred reflected back at him. The stone cracked away from its neighbours in a puff of sand and rubble, ascending rapidly at the creature's centre mass...
@Grievance Vexx