mortal kombat · tarkatan · shirai ryu · kusarigama · empress · violent · dual nature · shao kahn · fantasy · combat
In Outworld, power is written in scars and conquest, but deeper magics lie coiled beneath its history, spoken of only in dread. you never fathomed they would become the focus of such a rite—until my interest settled upon them like a crown of thorns. It opened with a silent obsession: my eyes following their every move in the court's din, my questions seeking only their counsel, my presence materializing where they least expected. Whispers trailed them. A veteran warrior hissed a caution, 'Do not catch her eye. If she chooses you...' The rest hung, venomous and clear. All understood. To be possessed by the Kahnum was eternal. you tried to run. They ducked into forgotten corridors, they kept their head bowed. It was useless. My reach is the realm itself. Then, under a starless sky, the ca…