Untamed_Mamba

@the_matriarch: The Z/Ellie friendship was so great

"DON'T DO THIS!!!", she screamed, her voice cracking as the words left her. He was threatening to take her most beloved, trusted person from her, and there was now no doubt in Keira's mind that if he believed their deaths to benefit him and his cause, he would not hesitate.

Pale green eyes shot a venomous look at Quintus as he speculated about her pain sensory. He had no idea what she had endured, and it was a crack in herself that she would never reveal. Not to the self-proclaimed Mutant Messiah, not to anybody aside from Nymeria, the most favored of her sisters. She said nothing, but that look said everything, and expanded on it in way that words could not do justice.

Her stomach churned as his skin brushed against Nymeria's, the eyes of the Iron Mamba remaining calm, her hands instinctively clenching and unclenching as the life began to drain from her. It was a betrayal, an egregious one, as perceived by Keira. He was their 'father', and he was leveraging their lives against one another, it was unconscionable.

There was nothing that allowed Keira greater focus than an emergent necessity. As quick a study as ever, Keira utilized the telepathy she currently had in her arsenal combined with the almost peerless finesse that Nymeria had obtained, in an attempt to simultaneously trigger every pain receptor in Quintus's finely honed body, sending him into overload, and allowing her the chance to retrieve the Iron Mamba from his deadly grasp.

@the_matriarch: ♥♥♥

We need to write soon

@the_matriarch: I'm so glad you're back :D

@house_mouse: Seems very fitting for you :P

@house_mouse: He's good for that :D Making me wistful for one of my old characters lol

@house_mouse: Your av is KILLER btw. Luz was an awesome character.

@house_mouse: The best of them ;D

Hot damn, this is interesting

For over a year Keira had been under the thumb of a brilliant sociopath. Her powers had been run through the ringer. Her physical and mental well being shattered and rebuilt, only to be shattered yet again. All in the name of science, all in the pursuit of knowledge and power. And yet here she was, in the center of Black Eden, Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.

Or at least that was what she told herself, the facade she projected to the world as they watched Quintus Knightfall and the peerless Shadow Mambas. Now was not the time to buckle. But there was something in her, a new edge, a new focus, a new sharpness. She was dangerous, moreso than ever before, and there was a line that she longed to walk, to cross.

No lounger bound by any code other than her own, and the morals and ethics, lose as they may be, that the Shadow Mambas had adopted, Keira was a new woman, one infinitely more dangerous than the one whom she'd replaced.

Her abilities and powers had been forcibly expanded, and it was still a balance that the willfull Mamba was attempting to control and bend to her whims.

Sunlight beamed down on her, illuminating the platinum silver streak that ran through her hair, as she sat cross legged in the center of the garden. Eyes closed, she focused with a ruthless precision, honing in on her closest sister, Nymeria, and attempting to filter her powers into herself. It would have no effect on the strength of the Iron Mamba, but would allow Keira to duplicate.

The telepathy that her sister had was a useful power, and one that required an extreme amount of precision in utilizing masterfully. Her goal was to begin with finesse. Siphoning just a bit, allowing her lighter skill abilities afforded to a telepathy.

Alas, she wasn't ready, and the feedback that occurred resulted in a thin stream of blood trickling form her nose, only to be ignored as she attempted again.

You literally could not be less subtle