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□ Anonymous 12/23/23(Sat)16:20:36 No.661587987 ► »661588090 »661588283 »661588627 »661588760 »661588872 »661588989 (3 48 MB. 3200x3200) 1/2 >Yrliet felt pretty isolated after getting her soulstone shattered, her people killed, the the haunting memories of Commoragh and the pain she caused by her betrayal to the one beacon of hope she had left : The Rogue Trader. >That young human was the only being that gave her any light in the darkness that is her life and future, she decided she would start acting properly towards him. >She would give her all to show him not just the love of her soul, but she would step down and subject herself to displays of human intimacy. >She knew the Trader had never experienced physical romantic affection of any sort, she didn't want to deprive of that - she wanted for him to experience all kinds of love with her. >lt was time, she headed towards the Elantach, her Elantach, to profess her feelings, no more subtlety. >She stopped, as he saw him alone in in the hall and was about to open her mouth, but no words would come out as she was pushed out of the way into the wall. >The smug towering behemoth of a Drukhari, the female Archon they had picked up in Commoragh smugly strided towards her Elentach. >She had surgically turned herself into a four armed monster with extra Tyranid limbs, a freak Yrleit though >To Yrleit's shock the same freak picked up the Rogue Trader and kissed him...stole his first kiss..stole what Yrliet was supposed to give him. >She then took him under her arm and started heading towards the quarters. >Yrliet was about to protest but the strong tail slapped her into the wall, he had not even noticed >She followed like a beaten dog and stopped in front of the quarters hearing the sounds of passion. >She just fell to her knees and stared like a empty husk at the door as tears slowly fell. >The last thing she had was taken. That Drukhari gave him everything she didn't in time. >Yrliet remained on her knees, tears streaming down her face, a soul shattered once more. The taste of despair lingered on her tongue as she heard the mocking laughter of the Drukhari. Anonymous 12/23/23(Sat)16:21:31 No.661588045 ► Anonymous 12/23/23(Sat)16:21 49 No.661588075 ► □ Anonymous 12/23/23(Sat)16:22:02 No.661588090 ► »661588283 »661588627 »661588760 »661588872 »661588989 »661589804 File: drink.pno (409 KB, 526x436) »661587987 2/2 >The sadistic Archon emerged, her eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction as she looked down at Yrliet, broken and defeated. >"Well, well, what do we have here?" the Drukhari sneered, circling Yrliet like a predator. "A little Outcast, broken and weeping over a Mon'keigh. How utterly pitiful. >Yrliet's eyes, once vibrant with a foolish hope, were now dull and lifeless. She said nothing, knowing that her words would only be twisted and used against her. She couldn't summon the strength to defend herself. >The Drukhari, leaned in close, snaking out a chalice behind her back and held it to Yrliet's face mockingly. She then brought it to her lips to taste Yrliet's tears. >"Mmm, exquisite," the Archon purred, savoring the anguish. "Your suffering is delectable. It's a shame you couldn't please him. But then again, what did you expect? You have nothing compared to what I can offer." >"You stole something that was meant to be mine," she whispered, her voice a mix of sorrow and anger. >The Drukhari laughed "Stole? My dear, I merely took what I wanted. There are no rules in this galaxy, only the strong and the weak. And you, little Outcast, are nothing but a weak, broken thing." >With a mocking laugh, the Drukhari returned inside, leaving Yrliet in front of the The Rogue Trader's quarters as the door closed in front of her. >Yrliet remained motionless, a shell of her former self. The weight of her inadequacy pressed down on her like a heavy chain. >She realised she was nothing compared to this Drukhari, lesser than a mon'keigh, lesser than dirt beneath her boot. >Yrliet had lost everything — her people, her love, and now, even her dignity. She was left to wallow in the darkness, feeding the insatiable hunger of the Drukhari with her own despair, that was her new role in life: to feed the superior being with her pain >And so, she remained, a pitiful figure on her knees, abandoned by fate in the cold, unforgiving universe that cared not for her suffering.
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