#kahlahnee

[demitsorou]

Warframe portrait of @themugbearer‘s umbra excal, Kah.

Please do not use.

[demitsorou]

Day 8, ‘Crooked’. featuring Kahlahnee, @themugbearer‘s OC.

I’m a bit late on this one since I slept through the 8th completely lol.

[darkhunterlariska]

Fury Road

{Continued from The End of Azorainn thread}

Brightly shinning, the sun hung high over head, giving out all its unbearable heat to the arid landscape. The only main sounds of any remote life around came from the bikes running engine. Sand continuously kicked up at the sides from the vehicles wheels rolling down the overly worn desert road.

Many hours had passed since the two had driven out of the hanger, since then neither had spoken a word to each other. Though the silence was normal preference for the female Dark Hunter who hated pointless conversations almost as much as she despised her assigned “partner”.

Lariska still helmed the drivers seat. Concentration on driving was a decent distraction from her body’s restlessness, but it was becoming almost unbearable now. Maybe it was the heat or just the whole situation making her become extra uncomfortable quicker this day, either way even with her stubbornness and not wanting to admit it, but she needed a break.

She was about to slow down the bike to pull it over when her trained eyes caught a glint near the outlines of grouping of large rocks up ahead. A reflection of sunlight that would have come off of something metal.

Something was hiding up ahead.

Putting herself on high alert, the hunter increased the speed of the motor bike.

[dark-hunters-inc]

The End of Azorainn

@darkhunterlariska

@ask-kahlahnee

“Thank you for answering my summons,” said the Shadowed One, “on time.” He glared at Lariska for a moment, before continuing.

“Azorainn,” he said. “It is a creature allied with the Skakdi of Aqua Magna,” he explained. “A fusion, composed of the Piraka and several other low-class beings. Its power is beyond the scope of anything we have encountered thus far, for it has the limited ability to grant the wishes of its followers.”

He passed a scroll to them. On it was drawn a crude portrait of the fusion: more than a dozen feet tall, with golden scales and a reptilian face. Even on paper, its form exuded incredible power.

“I want you,” said the Shadowed One, “to kill it.”

[darkhunterlariska]

(@ask-kahlahnee) The Black Toa pressed Lariska against a hallway's wall, keeping her wrists pinned and gave her a lustful glare. Even as she tried to turn away, he moved in, catching her lower lip with his mouth, biting it hard and painful and letting out a needy moan at the sensation his Mask gave him. His kiss was rough and passionate, with all his body rubbing against Huntress'. Finally, he broke it and whispered to her ear: "I love to hate you, Lariska." After that he disappeared.

She spat in disgust as he moved away from her.

In those few moments that she was up against that wall, far…far too much came into her mind. 

Makuta, disguised as the very Toa that deceived her and pretended to actually care about her, backing her up in that tight spot against the canyon. Standing so close. Trying to break her.

Her, restrained, pinned, tightly bound against a table, unable to move. A figure hovering right over. Cutting, slowly cutting into her arm, deeper and deeper…

There was no loud shouting, or aggressive cursing echoing in the hall. Lariska made no uttering of any word. The only lingering sound was her heavy breathing.Though she was silent, her eyes burned with a ferocity of angry and hatred that could go through any being and bring them down as any of her own sharp weapons. Yet now there was more behind this intensity than a simple grudge, something far darker and far more personal was now laid within this.

Without any second thoughts or hesitation, the huntress hurled a poisoned dagger down the darkened hall in the direction he disappeared down.

[demitsorou]

About damn time I drew this mofo by the name of Kahlahnee. It’s @themugbearer‘s OC, Toa of Ice that wears the Mask of Suffering presented to him by Karzahni.

@ask-kahlahnee if you want to roleplay with this hotness.

[darkhunterlariska]

Keeping things at bay

(Starter for ask-kahlahnee)

Around late morning a sickening splitting pain enveloped the hunters head. Groaning, Lariska turned in her bed only to roll right off of it, finding herself landing hard on the floor. With more groaning and a string of curses she slowly got up. Slightly hunched over from the pain of the hangover she tried recalling why she even drank so much in the first place. Some assignment...A long drive...Nynrah ghosts...Makuta...Nid-

Her mind stopped there and she immediately shook her head, which did not help with the pain, but she couldn’t allow herself to think further on the subject. That would undermine the point in drinking so much in the first place to forget, it was better to let herself forget those details.

Still the vague thoughts of her previous adversary reminded her that she yet to report back since returning. She looked herself over, wounds where still uncared for, her mechanical arm still unfixed, not in the best shape to see the boss. Another wave of dizziness and head pain hits her. Defiantly, not in any shape to see him.

First thing, she needed to start taking care of this hangover. As much as she’d prefer not to go out, she had to get something for her stomach to ride this out better. Swaying at first, Lariska staggered to her door and went out, headed for the cafeteria.

[dark-hunters-inc]

Picking up the pieces

Catlin walked briskly down the corridor, rifling through her notes on biomechanical-organic power integration, and tripped over an unconscious Dark Hunter.

Damn it! she hissed, hurriedly gathering up her papers. More patients, that’s all I need. Now, who’s gotten themselves maimed today...?

She looked at the two bodies on the ground: one black, one grey. Oh, damn it, Lariska... not again...

A few minutes later, she was trying to keep up with Bone Brush as he carried darkhunterlariska and ask-kahlahnee into the infirmary. He grunted and strolled over to Catlin’s table, where he dumped Kahlahnee unceremoniously.

“Oh, hand him off to someone else,” Catlin said quickly. “Lariska needs help. My help.”

Bone Brush gestured to the new recruit’s wounds. “The man’s been poisoned, with Lariska’s daggers, to boot. Wait any longer, and it’ll be me doing the operating on him. And I don’t think the Shadowed One would appreciate that.”

Catlin pursed her lips. “...Fine. I’ll cleanse the poison and treat his wounds. But keep Lariska close by. I want to check on her when she wakes up.”

Bone Brush shrugged and slumped Lariska onto a nearby bed. “Good luck. If you need any limbs lopped off, you know who to call.”

Catlin’s gaze lingered on Lariska for a long moment. Then she turned to the cabinet and began to select her tools.