(This story will be featuring MK11 Erron Black. because he looks ten times better.)
In the aspects of Outworld and in between Earthrealm, something had been out in the open. Something so immersive and new, no one that had never sought to find. In the palace, the inside of the silver white cave. Big and wide yet, lonely.
At this time, Erron Black was in service of Kotal Kahn. Leaving the Black Dragon. He had found greater chances of earning money and value.
And out of the way. The dead woods, the green jungle and warm deserts were apart of Outworld. Naiya had platinum hair, cold eyes and golden tan skin. She hid her beauty as her kind were endangered. Over the millennia, Nymphs were beloved species and at point were taken advantage of, killed by envious women and tortured from vile men over the years. They were a small part of Edenia.
Now, there were only a few, and so instead of being the objectified women, they were different, and their purpose were changed for the better good.
The dead woods were dreadful, dark and silent. It didn't bother him though. He rode his strange horse; it's tainted teal skin and exotic markings. Hardly any light shown but the piercing moonlight. And yet the silence soon left and distant noises of chatter appeared. What lingered in the forest was immorality.
Men surrounded her, beauty herself, one of a kind. They were primitive savages, repulsive beings. Noises such as these weren't at all concerning him, but worth the check. Examine them further and see if they are worth the kill. When he came closer, he saw a bunch of men surrounded a particular person, animal or thing. It was entirely unknown. But their slur words of sensuality and disgust was in their months; their speeches which spoke about something odd.
When he was in direct view; the men were fixated on a woman. Upon the dark, thick tree in which she was forced upon. Men had their weapons against her. She looked interesting, almost exotic. She couldn't speak. As spoken words were addressed even further; harsh actions were triggered. Before they continued on with their progression. In an instant, loud fiery shots were held, bullets that alarmed everyone in shock. At least two bodies fell of fatal shot of a gun.
They scattered like sheep, no chance for them to even fight back. Falling onto the tainted grasses. The girl was held by tight rope, even with her abilities, it was scratching her wrists. And around her neck was a gem, yellow and hazel. Her state was drenching, draining her. To which she couldn't even move, use her mind even.
Erron walked forward. "God damn pigs." He scoffed, looking at the bodies. Upon her, she was held in nausea. "You alright, doll?" She was silent. He noticed her tied wrists, on the grasp of his knife, he slit the rope apart. She laid limp. But still she was in obscure pain. Erron crouched to her. She was catching her breath, pointing to the gem that touched her. He looked at it, grasped it into his hand and almost immediately, the girl sought for her mask. Covering her face and slowly faced Erron.
She quickly stood up and walked away from him. "Hey now, just hold it right there." She stopped.
She looked at him for a second and ran off with no words from her. The rustling of the meadows indicted movement from the man. He stopped, there weren't any more reasons to stop her.