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aaannnnddd me the one terran

I hope i gave our characters justice to this.

[mylifeforprotoss]

Starter for @virai-sc2!

The jungle was no worse for the wear, considering everything it had been through. Kalidar closed his eyes, allowing the thick humid air to sink into his skin as the smells and sounds of life stirred around him. There was something deeply peaceful about his home even if it brought memories to the surface he’d much rather keep under.

When his current job had him swinging by Aiur he wasn’t able to resist traveling to what used to be Antioch in search of his former home. He’d warned Juju Bee to stay on the ship, slipped out of the city limits and hiked the kilometers south through dense undergrowth.

And here he stood amidst the ruins of a building ravaged by zerg years ago, having carefully picked his way around the poisonous plants guarding a huge stone wall - built just as much to keep people out as to keep those trapped inside in.

It was amazing how resilient nature was. It was not that long since their homeworld had been overrun by monsters determined to consume everything in their path. Kalidar found a rock and sat, staring at a door that had been knocked off its hinges. That had been his sister’s room. He wondered where she was.

The youth would have normally and naturally faded into the background, experienced in subterfuge. The blood-red tattoos, however, and crimson claws drew the eye directly at him. He didn’t think much of it. Who would come out here? This place had been hidden for thousands of years.

[swapnil1690]

A set of seated ladies of the Zanana at a palace terrace. I am in love with the way of portraiture of kālidārs in this paintings #Depicted #LadiesTellEm #Zanana #MiniaturePainting #Heritage #Costumes #Historic #Art #Mughal #Beaut #Beautiful #Ghagra #Kalidar #NationalMuseum #NewDelhi #DelhiDiaries #DelhiJournal #India #IncredibleIndia #Wanderer #Wanderlust #Travel #Traveler #Traveller #TravelLog #Travelogue #TravelDiaries (at National Museum, New Delhi)

[mylifeforprotoss]

@en-taro-artanis

JJ’s eyes widened and she immediately let go of Kalidar’s hand, striding forward a few steps towards Virank. She didn’t think about it, she didn’t even realize that she was approaching a Blood Hunter with skulls of his kills across his chest. All she wanted to do was make them understand--they didn’t understand!--he could not, could not be approached like that.

It didn’t occur to her that maybe Kalidar was an odd protoss; that he perhaps did not act like a “normal” protoss would.

“Please don’t,” she said to the Blood Hunter, standing directly in his path. Kalidar was pacing again, wild-eyed and jerking, his eyes on Virank without blinking.

[mylifeforprotoss]

@en-taro-artanis

Getting Kalidar to let her go was a chore. Once his high had faded the languid, lazy protoss vanished and he became restless again, pacing, skin twitching, eyes snapping around in acute paranoia. JJ hated making him nervous like this, but she had to talk to the protoss.

She had to know if they meant Kalidar harm.

Much like Juju Bee had been kidnapped, tormented and raped by her own kind, Kalidar seemed to have had a similar problem. He did not wish to be around protoss, did not want anything to do with protoss, and hated the idea of JJ going to meet three of them. She couldn’t allow herself to take a job where Kalidar might come under more harm through his species.

She finally convinced the freaked-out youth to let her enter the movie theater alone. Kalidar would be able to sense if she was in danger, and he’d come despite his fear, she knew he would.

The air was moldy from old seats and the lingering humidity from the day. It was a little dark in here, but large windows in the front made it a little better.

“Hello?”

[mylifeforprotoss]

@en-taro-artanis (Other one was getting long; making a new thread)

The fact that Stefan wanted to eat him--did he sense that right? Eat him? Like the human was some sort of lower predator?--he had to push aside to study for now. And it was that fact that made him decide suddenly that he was done playing around.

Kalidar was not trained to be gentle. Truly, he did not know what “gentleness” was; he had never been treated with it for most of his young life. So when he reached out, completely immobilizing the human with his mind and letting the hooks of mental claws keep him from moving or calling for his goons for help, it was with nowhere near the care a properly trained psionic would have.

He broke in, and he clawed through the human’s mind to find what he was hiding, and he got ready to run.

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