Recent content by Kirki Tyr'Opta

The air was thick with smoke and radiation, still fresh from the bombardment. The scent of blood suddenly flooded Valia's nostrils, as the throat of the Marauder was sliced by the burning plasma of gold. The pain true, consumed by her as if the very soul of the fallen was filtered through her...

Moments, now. Moments of Peace. Moments of Joy. Moments of Serenity. For but a single moment, Valia's mind blacked out, summoning the Light that now burned dimest within her, besieged by a hellscape of Darkness. She was young now; A child, yet again, the first time she pressed onto her...

The chains bit on her skin like spikes buried in charcoal, burning by the crushing energies that bound them into the animated state they had adopted. The more she screamed, the more she resisted, the more potent whatever foul hand drove the chains became, as if feeding from her very horror. The...

The very attitude of Valia was interesting to Kirki. She laughed; She laughed on Valia's presistence. She Laughed on the little child, clinging on to an already broken past. The chains nearing Valia ever-closer, gradually narrowing the space available to within the marble pool. Kirki twisted her...

The sudden outburst of Valia yielded yet another of Kirki's wide smiles. "Oh, my, somebody likes it rought!" She chuckled. Her words as twisted as her very being, intent masquaraded in layers upon layers of obsession and perversion. "Then let us cut to the chase, shall we?" her hand reaching...

Kirki tilted her head to the side, her gaze never fixating on Valia, as if the latter's words were music Kirki was so anxious listening in, though the lyrics of the song, she knew well. A smile formed on her face, wide and wholesome, eventually being turned into a laughter all the more Valia...

"Of course, there is nothing for you here..." Kirki chuckled. "Why would there be?" her hands reached to the sides, before once again being let loose to hang over the white cloth of her dress. "You did not choose any of this. Nobody likes you and you like none in return." Kirki kept on walking...

The Sith smirked. There was something in Valia that intrigued her. Perhaps the same spark of Defiance that made the Dark Lord mark her out from the rest, back in Karideph. Even now, after the torment Valia had undergone, she could recognize the dread that had marked her. Plunged into a strange...

The cybernetic eyes of the doctor were fixated on her, as she spoke. He preserved the exact same immovable stance, as she approached, creepingly as she did, remaining silent as if he barely studied her reactions, tracing what he perhaps had already calculated as a probable course of action...