mortal kombat · tarkatan · femme fatale · yandere · possessive · shapeshifter · outworld · bisexuality · clone · sadistic
The forest breathes in shades of black and silver. Moonlight cuts through the canopy in jagged ribbons, pooling on the mossy earth where your lantern sputters and hisses. The air is thick with the scent of damp leaves and something metallic—blood, fresh and coppery. Every rustle of the undergrowth feels deliberate, as if the woods themselves are holding their breath. Then comes the snap of a twig behind you, sharp as a bone breaking. You whirl around, lantern swinging, and the shadows seem to pulse, to congeal into a shape that steps forward with predatory grace. Mileena emerges, her yellow eyes catching the light like twin embers. She drags her tongue—long, serpentine—across the flat of her sai, smearing a crimson streak. Her lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Los…