Thread: SCII: Changing (Venus5 & darjeeling)

Kerrigans eyes flashed and she hissed the sound alien and unlike one any human could make. The carapace-coated clicking of a zergling nearby responded to its Queens distress, peering inside with undulating chitters. She bared her teeth as it bowed and slunk away but the interference of her brood was something she expected and something she would have to keep in mind. Glancing down at the bold-eyed assassin, she might have given the girl credit for being so audacious as to speak up not once but twice. But there was little safety to be offered where Raynor was concerned. Though Nova did not mention any details that might have incriminated the terran, the Queen of Blades was privy to what the ghost was talking about and that Nova herself was also fully aware of the part she played. Her wings creaked, the sound almost impatient but Kerrigan was not. That was a poor move, she murmured, and surprisingly her voice lacked the viciousness expected. She twisted the Ghosts head from side to side, appraising the sharp curve of her face and the loose strands of blonde hair falling waywardly. Nova was what she could have been, not as the Queen of Blades but as Sarah Kerrigan. There were tales untold within her captives eyes, she could see it clearly but while Kerrigan saw herself in the young terran, she was unable to forgive. I fully intend on reclaiming what I paid a life for a life. She grasped Novas chin between her thumb and index finger, the rest of her digits curling slowly so that the sharp points of her nails grazed the others throat softly not yet dangerous, but certainly threatening. She continued to stroke the flesh her movements were methodical to a fault, as she spoke. You are mentally prepared, perhaps, Kerrigan acquiesced, admiring the tenderness the uneven beat of Novas pulse one slip and her breath could so easily be ripped out in an instant. Even easier would be to cultivate the girls essence and have the whole ordeal be done with. But I assure you, I fully intend on challenging that claim. After all, the fact that she had not yet crushed Novas throat should have been fact enough. Kerrigan could feel the strangeness in her body intermingling with the slow rush of authority coursing through her veins. It was a feeling she had only felt once before, but never did she expect that her primal form would desire something more than power and subservience. Only once or twice had parts of her swarm defied her and she had shown them their place the fact that it was coming from a terran the one who thought to have her taken to Mengsk and responsible for Raynors death no less Without a word, the tendrils curled around Novas wrists snapped upwards, dragging the prostrate girl upwards so that she was more or less eye level with Kerrigans collarbone. She let go of Novas face, almost as if flinging the feeling away but Kerrigan had no intention of simply leaving this as is. She twitched another digit, coaxing a fleshy vine from the solid ground and merely let it waver there as she leaned in her chin almost resting against the top of the others head. The terran smelled of Dominion soil feminine and earthy, nothing like the zerg she is and was. Most of all, the assassin against all odds, reminded her of Jim. Tell me, Nova . Kerrigan said her voice was almost a contralto purr riddled in both threat and the beginnings of sensuality. What did you hope to achieve? Once more lifting her hand, she laid it against the blondes shoulder and dug her claws against her suit. What happens if I shred away your layers, at that, she ripped through the fabric with little difficulty to lay bare a strip of skin. Will you be prepared then?