Trigger warnings just in case!!
A long time ago, Snacondian’s were once a powerful race in Outworld. They were known for their strength, resilience even. Yet they were incredibly greedy and power hungry people, their hearts set to take over outworld for themselves, to have other races bow down to them, to have those fear them and have their corrupted ways spread across the lands.
This is lead by the royal fraction of the race, as like most clans/fractions of Outworld, there is always the main leader/ queen or king. And leaders in Snacondian’s hierarchy are often chosen in a cruel tournament. As Snacondian’s wish for their leader to be seen as strong and capable people, so this tournament makes the king or queen at the time have ten different partners— although the leader of Snacondia are required to never marry due to this.
And with every ten partners, they are required to have at least one child with each one. As ten children are needed for the tournament. And children are born differently from most races, as they are born from eggs and do not have a infant stage, as the moment they hatch, they are already big as a toddler and can walk, though clumsily with how they just came into the world, but they do age normally afterwards. But Snacondian’s skipping the baby stage is a common thing, as they all see each other as weapons for an end. And the moment the child can get the hang of walking, they are forced into learning how to fight immediately. Especially royal children, as soon as the eldest child turns ten and the youngest has just hatched their egg and learned how to walk properly, training begins.
As even though lower class Snacondian’s children are put into lessons the moment they are born. The royal family works differently, as they wait for the eldest to turn age ten as it would make a fair (fair for Snacondian’s) system, as then each child have ten years to learn how to fight. Even though the older children will always have the advantage of being larger; they all have the same years of experience.
But their greed and cruelty was their downfall. As years past, they begun to be chased away from many parts of Outworld, those around them having enough of their aggression and their lack of self control when it came to those who were not kin. And over time, Snacondian’s were chased back into a smaller part of Outworld, simmering from being put in their place after years of being feared by other clans in the universe. But they couldn’t see why they were treated so, their own arrogance was used against them. Their act now, think later mentality pulling each Snacondian down to their own grave.
But they are determined, determined to regain their power and control once more. Even if it must take centuries to do so. But in order to regain their status, they would have to get stronger, to make stronger Snacondian’s. And there are three types of different Snacondian’s.
Arvessith’s are the second rank of most desired type of Snacondian. Though they don’t compare to those who are Corvissal, they are still useful in their own ways.
Snacondian genetics mutated to their hair, making every individual strand into a snake. The longer the hair, the more and longer serpentine are seen. Their eyes are also mutated, their pupils long and sharp, normal humanoid colours non existence. And most of the time with Arvessith, their common eye colour is a royal purple, along with sharp snake like teeth to go along with it. But their strengths are mainly their hair. The serpentine are known to follow commands of their host, and in a fight, most Arvessith can use their serpentine to latch on their enemy’s flesh, and if they hold enough strength, they can rip off limbs on those who have the misfortune of having multiple snake’s latch onto their arms, legs or even torso.
Though an Arvessith’s weakness is very clear. The serpentine still have their own minds, as even though they follow their owner without hesitation. They can react to the hosts own emotions as well, as if they were to get agitated and were not treated well, they can even attack their own host to free themselves. Some have even ripped themselves from the scalp of their owners to rebel. And this makes the Arvessith defaulted, as they need to maintain both care to their serpentine and also focus on their own emotional state. But with how Snacondian’s act, that would be like pulling blood from stone.
Corvissal’s are the most desired type of Snacondian out of all three times. And in other terms, they are on top of the food chain that is the race.
Their own mutations have caused their lower bodies to be that of a serpents, whilst their upper half remains to be humanoid. Making those who are born Corvissal extremely large. As most can grow up to 8-10 feet tall. The lower half’s of the Corvissal’s are scaled with steel like skin, each scale large and wide, along their sides, and back. But their underbelly remains somewhat soft, though sometimes Corvissal have their own armour made to protect the fleshy stomach, but it depends on their ranking in the clan.
Corvissal’s are known to be extremely fast as well, as without the extra weight of legs. They can slither around at an extremely fast pace, along with using the tail to wrap around those in a certain distance, and can use said tail to slowly suffocate an enemy to completion. And similar to those who are Arvessith, they also have sharp, long and curled fangs, along with serpentine eyes.
But despite their advantages. They do have their own problems. As stated before, they do have a fleshy stomach, and if not careful, if they leave themselves in a half standing state (for a snake anyways), most can stab their through their stomach, and could even impale through them with enough force. They also have a vulnerable neck, as any other human would have.
Malvesxis’ are the least wanted type of Snacondian. With them having a snake like head and humanoid body. And unfortunately for those who are born with this type, they are often seen as clumsy or even dopey creatures. And are looked down upon in Snacondian society, however they are quite useful when it comes to guarding places, especially the royal palace of their home.
Their mutations have caused their head’s to form into a serpentine’s one. Though they have the features of the eyes and fangs of both Corvissal and Arvessith’s. They cannot exactly fight without weapons: such as spears and bows. As their large heads cannot launch themselves at an enemy without them falling over. As their normal sized humanoid bodies cannot properly balance themselves unless they make sure to have their head purposely still.
(It is very clear that I just had to make a type silly 😭🙏)
Years of simmering and growing tension in the region of the south of Outworld. The Queen of this timeline, appropriately named Qian. Had already started the long lived tradition of Snacondian kind, and it was the tournament. As she was only growing older, though was still young for Snacondian standers. She was just missing one more child, after already having nine other eggs once per year.
And instead finding a suitor around the clan as usual, she had decided to try and different tactic. To search for someone that had no Snacondian blood in him, as if it was some kind of experiment. And with this mind, the queen would pushed herself up her seat, her hands grabbing a simple robe and shrouded her body in it, along with half of her face. As she knew if someone recognised her in the public eye outside of her own kind, most would be suspicious. Her snake like hair camouflaged into dark like strands, to make herself look more natural instead of the silver like locks that were her hair.
She would depart, and to a crowed city in Outworld. And to most, Qian looked liked the average merchant. But she was a woman on a mission, her eyes intense on every person that was in her vision. But that’s when she hit the jackpot, a monk, a monk that definitely looked like he had no idea where he was.
And she would be correct, as this Monk, named Yang Wu. Was a man in his early twenties who had just left Earthrealm to assist other Monk’s that resided in Outworld. And although Yang had researched what he could about the realm, he had never stumbled across Snacondian history, and Qian could almost sense this, especially with how his face gave away his clueless mind with where he was.
So with her intentions, she pretended to be a helpful and concerned citizen, before approaching him. And the rest would be history.
And after the appropriate months go by, Yang would then have the biggest responsibility put on him, as one day, Qian would return to the temple with something— or more so, someone in tow. And would show the monk a small girl, looking like she was no older than a three year old toddler. And like any other person with a rational mind, Yang did not believe that the girl was his straight away, considering that he had been under the presumption that Qian was a normal enough human like himself.
But once Qian explained who she really was, and Snacondian history. Yang felt himself crumble as he stared down at the small girl, her hair white like her mother’s. And born Arvessith just like Qian, but held more humanoid features thanks to him. There was no mistaking the girl was his, with similarities in features. And of course, he had never expected to become a father at his young age, let along being a monk at the same time.
Though unfortunately for him, Qian didn’t give him the chance to really put his thoughts together, as she would reveal that he would need to take care of her for next ten years, as she didn’t have the time to deal with a baby. Though she purposely left out incredibly important details about why she was doing this, or anything about the tournament, as if she did, she knew that Yang would go out of his way to keep the young girl away from such a cruel game.
But before she left, she ominously mentioned to him that it would be in his best interest to teach the child to fight, as it was a dangerous world around them. Though her words held a deeper meaning as she disappeared, leaving the clueless Qian in front of the temple, holding the young girl in his arms.
It took Yang a bit to gather his thoughts, and even if his face paled from the slight anxiety of raising a child by himself essentially, he swallowed back those nerves as he casts his gaze to the girl who sat upon his arm, the serpentine in her hair crawling about, curious about the world they were in. And when Yang asked for her name, the girl looked at him confused, her head tilting to the left, signalling to the new dad that she had not been named.
And Yang was almost surprised that Qian had not named her own child, but he assumed it might be some kind of strange tradition. Would soon take a deep breath, mulling over what he could call the girl, and after a few minutes of pondering in silence, and every so often gently bouncing the girl in his arms, would come up with a name.
“Ming-Yu..yeah, that’s perfect.”
Ten years went by since then, and despite being a Monk, Yang was a master at Aikijujitsu. As he came from a family of monks that had learned that fighting style back at Earthrealm and was the taught the same when he was a kid. And he was able to teach Ming-Yu this, even if he had to get use to the fact his own child was learning faster then he ever could when he was her age.
Not that the man wasn’t proud, no, he felt like he was on top of the world. But despite teaching her how to fight, he also taught his monk ways to behave, to be calm, even in battle. Something that most Snacondian were not taught. As he wished for Ming-Yu to grow up to not be aggressive, and to be calm and collected, like how he was. So every hour of the day, he taught her to meditate, to control those serpents of hers in a more relaxed manner. And she learned it all, and followed every instruction of his.
And thanks to this, the two grew close as father and daughter. Their bond incredibly strong as the years go by. In fact, Yang had almost forgotten about the whole ten years thing that Qian had mentioned, almost. As one day, she had returned, robe still covering most of her face as she approached the temple and where Ming-Yu and Yang were.
The air felt thick as Yang saw from the corner of his eye the familiar sight of the woman who was the mother of his child. Who was now formally ten years old. And would slowly turn his head to the woman, his chest tight as he watched as Qian studied Ming-Yu as she approached, her gaze giving away that she seemed impressed.
And with Yang raised her, she behaved like any other child would and would hide behind Yang’s leg, her head peaking out from behind, along with some serpents that formed from her hair.
The conversation was a hard one, Qian would quickly remind Yang of his duties and how he had completed them. And Yang, feeling unsure, felt anxiety raised up in his chest as he stood firm in front of their daughter, his brown eyes peaking through the black of his hair that slightly shrouded his eyes. But ultimately, and with a few light lies that Qian spilled to Yang to soothe the worries, Yang would slowly let Ming-Yu go, for Qian to take her back to Snacondia. As Qian had expressed to him that simply wanted their daughter to know her heritage and where she also comes from, and Yang, simply wanting to be an open father, reluctantly agreed, as Qian has also promised that she would return Ming-Yu to him once she had been taught well of her Snacondian heritage.
And as the two walked away, Yang watched as Ming-Yu kept looking back at him, her own worries clear on her face. And Yang tried to give her a reassuring smile, but his own chest bubbled with worry as he watched the two disappear into the crowd.
Deep down, Yang felt like there was something deeper, something wrong with the way Qian spoke so calmly when the look in her eyes gave a different story. Even if he wanted to trust the woman who was Ming-Yu’s mother. But with a reluctant step, he walked back into the temple, questions in his head.
And his worries would be valid, as when Qian arrived back at Snacondia with Ming-Yu holding her hand. Ming-Yu felt the stench of blood waft up her nose, causing the girl to cough a bit, to which Qian to cast a look towards her, her expression puzzled on why Ming-Yu reacted such a way. After all, blood was a scent that Qian was use to, but the queen simply assumed that Ming-Yu wasn’t use to it, and it made sense, since she lived around normal humans for so long.
And as soon as they arrived, Ming-Yu was thrown into a room that looked like something of a waiting room like dungeon, her eyes casting around as dread filled her chest, she could see kids that looked similar to her and in age. But unlike her fearful eyes, they looked excited, as if they ready for whatever was going behind those large doors that blocked her way out.
The room smelt like death itself, and it only filled the dread that filled Ming-Yu’s mind as she walked forward, with the intentions of asking one the other kids in the room on what was happening. And when she had softly tapped at the kid that looked no much older then she was, he turned to her, his smirking lips now scowling, as if he was looking an opponent instead of a sister.
And to this, Ming-Yu felt herself inwardly flinch, but she kept herself composed, just how Yang had taught her. And would ask the boy on what’s going on, and without skipping a beat, the small Corvissal laughed a bit, as if he was dumbfounded by her question. And that’s when Ming-Yu found out on why Qian had taken her away from her father.
“It’s tournament time, snake head.”
The boy’s words were arrogant and harsh, his smirk giving away his confidence that he held the belief that he would be the winner of today and the new king of Snacondia, once Qian passes of course. And to this, Ming-Yu felt sick to her stomach, her gaze almost frantically looking around the room for a second, the scent of blood rushing up her nose like a reminder of what was happening. This wasn’t just a normal tournament that she heard about, this was something of life or death.
And Ming-Yu took a step away from the boy, muttering her gratitude for his answer before trying to walk out the room calmly, keeping her anxiety to herself. But before she could pace out of the room, the two Malvexis’ that stood there would block her from escaping. Their large beady eyes staring down at her, making the young girl take a step back quickly, her heart racing in her chest as adrenaline filled her muscles as she realised that she was being forced into this. And with forced acceptance, Ming-Yu walked back to the small crowd, her shoulders tight with tension as she listened out for the outside, her legs trembling despite her trying to keep herself calm.
But soon enough, the sounds of what seemed to be an announcer can be heard, his voice loud and clear, even through the thick door’s that held the room.
“The rules are simple, even our children can understand it!”
His voice was loud, and almost excited, as if he couldn’t wait for the bloodshed between children was about to happen.
“We will start off with two of the oldest children to face off against each other, and the same shall go for our youngest ones, the last ones remaining will then face off, and whoever wins, shall be our next leader!”
The sounds of fellow Snacondian’s roared through the walls, causing Ming-Yu to sweat a bit, her palms feeling clammy as she stood still, her breath holding in her throat as she watched the fellow children around her cheer along, excitement bouncing off them as if this was truely normal. And Ming-Yu didn’t believe it, how were they not afraid? Were they truely groomed to really think this was a good thing?
But before she knew it, the tournament was happening. The first two older kids clashing against each other, blood painting the arenas pebbled ground. The sounds of Snacondian’s cheering for such bloodshed ringing in the young girls head as she watched in horror her own kin basically trying to kill one another.
And one by one, most would go down. And Ming-Yu felt sick as she had to face off one of the other kids in the room that she was put in. The kid being the boy that she had talked to briefly. And of course, the boy was fighting for his life, like an animal. And Ming-Yu did her best to keep herself composed as she blocked and dodged every attack that the small Covissal tried to get on her. Her mind making the mental note that all of them seemed to be brought up to attack without care, something that she was taught differently.
But in a moment of weakness, Ming-Yu felt the boy strike her across the face with the sharp end of his tail, a wound immediately breaking on her skin and across her nose. She had never had such a wound before, so her stomach churn with anxiety as she stumbled back, her mind blank for a second as if time slowed down for a moment. Her eyes wide as she watched the boy get closer and closer to her, having the intentions to strike her down.
One of her serpentine in her hair, feeling her freeze decided to attack before the boy could cause further harm. And would strike before the Covissal react, its long body wrapping around the boy’s neck, and would quickly throw the body into the concrete walls nearby, and the sounds of a low crunch could be heard, echoing in the otherwise loud room. And once the Covissal’s body slumped, the room cheered loudly, as if this was something to congratulate.
And Ming-Yu, being the person who had done that, felt her eyes water up a bit, guilt striking her chest like a blow. But one of her serpentine would quickly wipe her tears with its head, as if it was protecting her from showing weakness to the crowd and the others around her. And the entire time, she felt her mother’s gaze on her from the small room on top of the stadium, her intense glare watching everyone clearly.
What felt like days, which was only the matter of hours, would soon pass, the once ten children dwindled down to just two. Ming-yu and the last of the older siblings. And the young girl sat in the resting room, her once bleeding wound somewhat looked at from one of the Malvesxis in the room, whom definitely didn’t know what he was he doing. Her whole body ached, from the multiple times that she was hit and slammed against, but she knew if she didn’t finish this, she would be killed, and all she wanted was to return to her father and try to forget the sounds of her own kin being killed by other kin.
But her break was short lived, as the door’s only opened once again, and one of the Malvesxis pushed her outside, her sandals crunching against the pebbled ground below as her heart raced. The final fight, the last thing she had to do. But her heart stopped for a moment as she watched as her last opponent came out. He was also an Covissal, clearly giving it away with his serpent lower half. But unlike the other one, he was much more larger and bulky, and he almost shadowed over the small Ming-Yu, even her serpents reacted, their hisses loud in her hair as they squirmed about, their beady eyes watched the large Covissal coiled around, his lips splitting his face with a large smirk as he glared down at the last of his opponents.
Everything seemed to still as the announcer began his countdown, and every nerve in Ming-Yu’s skin pricked up as sweat rolled down her cheek to her chin. Every count down of numbers feeling slower and slower as Ming-Yu steady herself, her heart beating in her throat. But once the last number slipped from the announcer’s split tongue, the large Covissal lunged himself towards her, his eyes crazed as his tail pushed himself forward.
And Ming-Yu would then use her own serpentine to launch herself into the air to avoid the man’s attack. Her lungs releasing the breath that she didn’t even realise she was holding as she lands on the ground behind him. And to this, the large Covissal would hiss loudly in irritation, all the while yelling about something about she can’t escape him for long in a dramatic fashion.
His attacks were relentless, his tail hitting her sides every so often, almost catching Ming-Yu by surprise and off balance, but every time, her serpents would catch her, allowing her to keep her balance as she continued to sprint away and dodge the man, as she could tell that he was attacking without thinking, like the last one. But instead of having irritation in his attacks, he was almost desperate, his strikes wild and almost impossible to stop. But then again, Ming-Yu was also desperate, as she knew that she couldn’t run forever, as at some point; she was going to tire herself.
But at some point, the Covissal cornered Ming-Yu, his scaled body sliding across the ground almost tauntingly as he slowly approached her. And even in this moment, despite still having her calm and rational mind, she couldn’t figure out on how to escape the situation. And as he drew closer and closer, his intention to clear in his crazed face, all the while saying something like how he is going to win.
Every part of her screamed at her mind, her heart racing and pounding against her ribcage, as it was threatening to break through the bone. Ming-Yu didn’t want to die, absolutely not. And as the man grew closer and closer, ready to strike. Something in the girl reacted, like an animal that was trapped. And with a fast lunge and before the man could react, her serpentine had latched on his shoulders and soft flesh, her jaw dropping open to reveal large and curved fangs, and would soon slammed those teeth into the flesh of the man’s neck, his screams harsh in her ears as the sharp fangs dug in deep, the man going out his way to try and rip off the other snakes that had bit on his subtle flesh. But it was no use, as with some force, Ming-Yu would rip out the man’s throat, blood smeared across her mouth as she jumped back, her body reacting on engraved instincts deep within her Snacondian heritage.
And her eyes widen as she watched as the Covissal hold at his neck, as if he was desperate to stop the bleeding as he begun to sink down onto the ground, the movement of his tail gradually growing together as he slumped. The room was quiet as they watched the eldest son sink down onto the ground, his hand still on the open wound. All the while Ming-Yu stared with a frightened look on her face, her sharp pupils shrinking inwards as her body trembled.
But any silence that was there was broken as roars of cheering came across the arena came over, the announcemer yelling out Ming-Yu’s name. And to this, Ming-Yu felt sick to her stomach, she almost felt like throwing up as she felt blood fall down her mouth to her chin, her taste was metallic and gross, even if she came from a kind that ate flesh, she never had done so before.
Everything felt like it was spinning, her body, her mind. But before she could react, or the crowd, the doors of the arena would slam open, revealing a very dishevelled Yang, blood splattered on his own baggy pants, a clear sign he had to fight his way in, as his eyes frantically searched for his daughter. And when he saw Ming-Yu, standing with blood covering her face, Yang rushed over, his legs fast as he immediately pulled Ming-Yu to him, apologising to her over and over as he squeezed his daughter.
It would seem Yang had actually followed Qian earlier in the day, as he felt there was something wrong deep in his gut. And he had been correct, but he had only wished that the Malvesxis in the front had just let him in, instead of having to fight a bunch at all at once.
But Ming-Yu clung to her father, unable to emotionally react straight away, as the adrenaline in her body ran through her veins, making her feel dizzy in her mind. Though the reunion was short lived as Qian, who had been watching the entire tournament, would come down from the high platform room in the arena, her walking slow paced, her arms tucked in behind her as she watched Yang tried to keep Ming-Yu away from her, but instead of reacting angrily, the man begun to beg Qian to let Ming-Yu go, to let him take her home.
And to this Qian was silent as her pointed gaze watched as the two huddled together, Yang’s arms protectively holding his daughter to his chest. Yet his body was also tense, as if he was ready to fight if necessary. And after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, an almost annoyed sigh escaping her lips.
Yang’s eyes widened in surprise as he heard her words, his body relaxing slightly as he slowly picked Ming-Yu up from the ground, his hand cradling her head to his chest as he continued to protectively hold her to his chest. For a moment, he didn’t believe Qian, he believed that she only said this to bring down his guard, but before he could say anything, she would lift her hand, signalling for him to stop.
“Ming-Yu is too emotionally fragile for Snacondian standards. Something we Snacondian’s don’t need for a leader. You, as a mortal, made her that way.”
Her tone was almost irritable, as she was clearly blaming Yang for how he raised Ming-Yu, as she had expected that a monk could at least raise a Snacondian to a good standard, but she had now believed that she thought too soon. But before Yang could react, Qian turned her back, waving him off.
“Leave, take the girl and never return.”
Silence came over the room, some Snacondian’s trying to protest. But as Yang glanced at the girl that was now bundled in his arms. He nodded and spoke nothing as he left with Ming-Yu, not once turning back as his chest tightened with guilt, all the while apologising profusely to her whilst they made their way back to the temple.
Despite how her childhood went, Ming-Yu didn’t grow up resentful for what happened. In fact, with the help of Yang, she was able to put that trauma into helping those who go into the Mortal Kombat tournament, despite being around the same age as those like Johnny, Sonya and Kenshi for some examples.
Similar to her father, she is a monk. And has grown to still be that calm and collected person despite the violence that she had faced. But she always feels like one day, whoever wins that tournament that the Snacondian’s have, will be after her next, after all, she was the last remaining sibling from the last bunch.
But instead of living in fear, she still trains herself, to ready for whatever happens, in each timeline of the mortal kombat universe.
Holy moly this took me hours 💔💔 but I hope y’all enjoyed it!! 😝 if anyone has questions, feel free to ask me! I’ll answer them as honestly as I can. And probably make up for things that I left out.
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