venomous

“Oh! That! It’s a hilarious story really. I got the idea when I was merely just a low class soldier. We were on a routine patrol in a planet’s jungle when one of our “toughest” men came across a small bug that was sitting all by it’s lonesome on a blue plant. He was laughing at how adorable and cute it was, and started to play with it, until it finally stung him in the finger.

Within a few ticks, he was on the ground, writhing in agony as his comrades tried everything they could do to save him. They failed of course, as we didn’t have any way to cure him, or the time to get him somewhere were they could save him.  

Then the idea hit me, if I had something like that, then I could be just as dangerous as that little bug was to our soldiers. I took the bug and harvested it’s venom to use on our next mission. 

Does trying to find more powerful toxins to kill her enemies with count as a hobby??? 

The only thing I can think of is her watching as her enemies writhe in agony after she’s injected them with one of her toxins. She’ll even go as far as to dangle the “antidote” right in front of them as the light fades from their eyes. 

A few Starters - Ice Breakers

@galrannoodle

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” 

That was a complete lie, but what she was about to say wasn’t all that important anyway. She crossed her arms and examined the much taller galra. She hadn’t seen a galra with his body type before. 

Azora always spars with robots, (Ones that she’s overseen the construction of, of course) because they are much easier to trust and more predictable than other galra. She never turns down a challenge of course, but expect her to carry a vial of paralyzing poison on her just in case the person she’s sparring with decides to try and spill her blood onto the floor. 

——— @objectiivefound​ ||(x.)

            Shiro grit his teeth as her claw forced his gaze to remain STEADY. Razor teeth glinted at him, INTIMIDATING even in the dim lighting. Clearly, he was toying with matches, but the urge to SNAP &&. BITE at her fingers lessened not. 

             “But you would risk angering your leader’s RIGHT HAND?” he asked, spitting the mention of Zarkon’s favourite Witch with distaste. This lieutenant may be RIGHT about his being worthless c a t t l e in their eyes, but he refused to believe that the IRONY of his title - and the morbid INTEREST it ensued - protected n o t h i n g. “Don’t think that would be too good for you.”

“Don’t try to make yourself sound important prisoner. You’re just one fragile human being under that title of yours. I fear nothing and no one, not even Zarkon’s right hand.” Claws dug into the human’s skin, threatening to slit his throat if he decided to speak up  like that again.