#devoyded

Flashes of vibrant purple and sickly, warm green. The flutter of movement and skin running against leather, stainless steel and flesh. A single, solitary, laugh from the voice of a creature immeasurably pleased by the death and decay surrounding her. You’ve entered Kyra’s Domain, mind your head.

 For a creature who serves her ‘appearance’ so dilligently to be caught in her most primal state? It’s almost relieving to be seen as she truly is. Bare, shivering, completely lost in the throes of ECSTASY as mortal souls are shredded, compacted and consumed by the void of her embraced eternity.

 Hands caressing her own face, she fell backward, out of breath and delighted to see what she could only assume was the fun police watching her so diligently.

A thumb hooked past obsidian lips, she giggled airily as her body returned to it’s ‘core setting’, though slightly tuned up with the addition of two further loyal subjects. Exhale.

   “By the goddess… Had I known you liked to watch, I’d have put on a better show. You look so lonely over there. Won’t you join me, my love?” Won’t you join her?

“  what happened to you that made you so--- ANGRY?  ” 

@devoyded

the air here felt -- different. WET, a fine mist that soon settled like sheer film upon his skin. the lush vegetation was a stark contrast to the shifting sands of abydos, humid warmth replacing the howling storms and scorching HEAT that had dried the earth and turned water to gold. long centuries had passed since ra had last walked upon grass; the sensation felt oddly ALIEN beneath his host's sandalled feet.

this particular planet had been selected primarily for its distance from abydos, far enough away that any trace of him would not be found -- at least not yet. not until he'd gathered his remaining forces -- ( those that had not already been cannibalised by his most ambitious rivals ) -- and began the slow rebuild of his fallen empire. ANGER ran as spitting fire through the goa’uld’s veins, his desire for revenge overshadowed only by the sheer DISGUST he felt in fleeing. little good would have come from returning to the battle once assumed dead; his sarcophagi had been destroyed in the blast, his ha'tak little more than husks of twisted, SPLINTERED metal littering the surface of abydos. none of his jaffa had survived, though their loss was of little importance to him. more could be obtained.

NO -- as much as he loathed to admit, his best chances of survival were to lay low, plan his next attack from a safe distance. revenge would be so much sweeter, then.

dark eyes narrowed against the sunlight, ra observed the vast, eerily SILENT temple before him. it had been easy enough to locate, towering above the overgrown jungle. there appeared to be no signs of life in the immediate area, the air surrounding the temple oddly MUTED. where were the inhabitants of this world? surely there were tau'ri descendants here? the stargate had been almost completely overgrown with vines and vividly coloured flowers, clearly unused for some time. it seemed strange that such a beautiful world had been left to RUIN. or perhaps he was simply fortunate; it would make a fitting base of operations, a UTOPIA to call his own.

his first objective was clear -- find a method of communication. with it he could contact his most loyal underlords, the scant handful that would not have rejoiced in the news of his apparent DEATH. 

his head tilts, eyes narrowing.