Black sheep, black sheep, have you any soul? ooc. set before The Thread The cool embrace of the cavern, shelter from the rain outside, was more than welcome. It was coming down in sheets, and the male was drenched. Dark pelt clinging to his svelte form, he could easily be mistaken for a monster in the dark. A jumble of bones, haplessly strewn together to make a semblance of a wolf. Gilded features were screwed up in disgust as he shook the water from his pelt. He had not been intending to get caught out in the rain today. Each patter of a droplet striking the stone around him was amplified, and seemed to echo onwards forever. However, fortune may well have smiled upon him this day. A cave was often home to his favourite wares. Deadly fungi or poisonous amphibians. Sometimes a serpent or two. This would be the perfect place to begin his collection of new wares that he could begin to trade. The pitch dark also offered with it a chance to reach out to the spirits, and gather prophecies. Settling with his left hip and shoulder against the wall, back to the cavern's mouth, he closed his eyes. One breath in, one breath out, and again until he felt himself begin to feel that familiar strangeness. The disconnect from his physical form. The fuzziness in his toes signalled the beginning of his trance. speech

The rain fell softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead. Each droplet alighted on the cinnamon Goddess skin with just enough coolness too command her mind to the present, to pull her away from the pain of the past and the uncertainty of what was to come. The beads over her face, more numerous than even the golden jewellery that adorns her reptilian-like bodice, joined to wash over her in a delicate cascade of trickles, gather over her ebon, long eyelashes that were acting like a veil over the babe beautiful visage. She raised her fiery orange lenses to the grey layer that touched every mountain top, there was more to come before the skies cleared, of that she could be sure.

It was time for the babe to seek shelter of she was cursed to spend her time in the pour rain. Gods smiles upon the Goddess from above for she found the entrance to a cavern in due time. She half-dreaded that moment when she would pass through the arch into the claustrophobic dank moments later because in the river-smelling darkness her auditory system would hear, unnaturally loud, the suck of the downpour outside against the paving stones and the slow drip of water from the low roof of the cave. She quickened her pace, unaware that she was not alone until the scent hit her, far but close enough to be a possible threat. A masculine musk, she was caertain it was a male and a rogue one at that which made him immensely more dangerous to her than a member from another, unknown pack.



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Black sheep, black sheep, have you any soul? Click, click, nails on stone. Someone was near. The frail wraith let his eyes flutter open, lashes caressing his sharp cheekbones. Leaning slight weight upon his paws once more, the male turned slowly to face the creature who had disturbed his trance. It was a wolf, that was for certain. Adorned in lavish gold, draped in luxurious tones of earth and sand. Their frames were similar, serpentine and angular all the same. Interesting. Mismatched gaze followed her movements into the embrace of the dank cavern, though he didn't make a sound. "I haven't seen rain in moons," he crooned softly, hearing the echo of each syllable trip and stutter their way down into the bowels of the cave system. "is it common here?" the thickness of his accent betrayed him. He was most certainly not from these lands. speech

 Her appetite was grim, perilous as she made her way towards the scent source – her viperous precession for sin, a hungering fixation for immortality through devouring those of her own ilk. She was unrelenting, vicious, mercilessly sadistic and destructive in her virulent whims. It did not took much for fiery orange lenses to wash upon the other; masculine, he was build like a rock, obsidian and strong. Her auditory system rotated towards his vocals; turns out this one will not be a problem but it is better to be safe than sorry. It is common during Winter, yes. her gaze studied him, registering each and every single muscle and hair thread he had to offer. Are you perhaps unfamiliar with Boreas, love? her sultry purrs were released from dark, succulent lips.  Sensuous was the bronze Goddess as she sat on her haunches with a roll of her curvaceous hips. She aged from her lithe whelpen bodice, as a yearling when she first arrived to Boreas, into that of a full-blown woman, every curve from the luscious grace of her tapered neck to the swaying hips of each wind-graced step. Her visage alone boasts an immortality to which time holds no candle -- from the long, eloquent cranium dipped in the earth and sand-kissed hue's of pomegranate lacquer to the embedded jewels of vivid orange bewitchment.

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Black sheep, black sheep, have you any soul? There was something decidedly chilly about this female. Like a radiant abyss, her aura swallowed and drained colour from her surroundings. When she spoke, nonchalance dripped like venom from sultry lyrics "It is common during Winter, yes." she replied. Then, after a moment longer of scrutinizing his elegant frame, she seemed intrigued enough to offer up a question of her own. "Are you perhaps unfamiliar with Boreas, love?" A soft laugh tumbled past inky lips, lips quirked up into an eerie smile. Sharp featured cranium bobbed once up and down. As she reclined elegantly upon the cool stone floor, mismatched gaze trailed along every movement. The fall of her earth hued tresses across her curves, to the posture she elected to use. The temptress' sprawl, familiar to him in that it had been favoured by his mother when she sought to draw in prey of the lupine variety. "Indeed, aimra'at mushakisa. I am not from these lands." he murmured in reply, muscles loosening with an ease that dripped with overconfidence. speech

 The bronze mistress eyed the obsidian man with interest, fiery orange orbs roaming along his muscular body, taking in his very scent and every hair threads he possessed, registering them in her mind for further analysis. So I can see. she offered her dulcet sonnates, wrapped in warmth as her regalian pointed towards him, as a whole. His pigmentation was unique, exotic one might say; certainly not of these parts. For as long as she roamed the lands of South Boreas she had witnessed lupines of all nature and colorations however he, he alone had something special. His blood called for her own it might seem and it did not took long to pin the lines along his snout and eyes with a name. Ithuriel. a purr, a whisper upon the wind, the name burning her tongue. She did not know for sure, she only had a spider web of hope to hang onto however what she did know was that there were others, scattered like sheep across who knows how many miles.

An unus ex nobis? (Are you one of us?) she questioned the male. Was there any possibility? By his pigmentation alone she would say so but who was she to be certain. Assumptions were something dangerous and she never jumped head firstinto anything.

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It seemed that his scrutiny was mirrored by the strange femme, who elected to appraise him in similar fashion. Which was warranted, no doubt, as he was a strange creature from a strange land. The lingering scent of milk, sweet and heady, clung to her form. She had pups to think about, no doubt, and needed to be wary. "So I can see." she replied coolly, dismissive in a way that spoke of noble rearing. Not too soon after, a soft whisper of familiarity. "Ithuriel." she purred delicately, with the tone of a woman who knew exactly what she was saying. Piqued interest voiced itself in the form of a soft, throaty hum, picking up at the end to indicate intrigue. How had she known? Was this one of his kin, somehow? His sire had been a wandering man, who laid claim to divinity. His mother had spoken highly of him, though with the natural disinterest of a woman fully aware that he was merely a donor of genes and nothing more. "An unus ex nobis?" she questioned hesitantly, transitioning into a familiar language. It wasn't the one he was raised with, but he'd used it for nearly as long. The old tongue, the one the old gods had brought with them from across the sea. "Genitor mihi nomine debetur si gratam eam continent." he drawled lazily, narrow shoulders rolling with a half hearted shrug. It was true, he was only Ithuriel by name. His mother had tossed it to her children carelessly as she had cast them from her care, a calling card by which to seek out the other half of their lineage if they so chose. He didn't much care, as his sire had played little role in his upbringing and shown no care for his existence. What did it matter, if he found Ra or not? He was his own man, with his own dreams. Settle down by the sea, and make his living with the spirits and his poisons. "An aliud est scriptor Ra excludunt vel tu es aliud omnino creatura?" he crooned next, curious to see how she had known his lineage so easily. The golden tip of his tail flicked absently, eerily feline in the smooth motion of it. Speech ooc. hover for translations <3

His words rocked the babe mind, leaving it moving in different ways, ways she had become accustomed to since she had met a paw full of half siblings she did not know existed in the first place. He was a mere echo, but one with the power to tear down walls and she was more than familiar with their bastard father and his plans of building an army of his own blood and seed and for all she could see, he might've even succeded at that. Only that his plan did not go exactly as he imagined. Oh, no. From what inteligence she managed to gather from her discussions with the spawns, the high majority were against their own father. And though he was their family by blood , he was not so in spirit. Nomine nos ligat in unum.. (The name ties us together.) sultry were her vocals as she registered his words. Fiery orange gaze, calculating, icy exterior breaking no emotions. She was not sure of her own question however her body maintained an aura of confidence and control that radiated within her every fiber.  Sol deus pater ille tuus. (The Sun God is my sire, as he is yours.) softly, like rain washing over a meadow, gentle like a breeze during the hottest day of Summer, her tones washed over the Earth as the ghost of a smile made itself known, painting over her full, succulent lips. Inquam, frater, si tandem occurrit. (I say, brother, we finally met.) Nephthys OOC: you gotta teach me how to do that hover thing, it is amazing. o;

She seemed pleased that her suspicions were confirmed. "Nomine nos ligat in unum.." she purred. He cared little for the notion, but didn't voice it. He had siblings, they roved somewhere out there, he cared little for them either. No particular attachment, but he would come if they called. That was his attempt at loyalty, as weak as it might be. The dark oracle moved through time and space with the ease that many envied. ""Sol deus pater ille tuus." she added for good measure. He hummed softly in acknowledgement, though there was little emotion behind it. After all, what did it matter that there were more siblings to add to the mix? A roving god would sire many children, that was simple fact. "Inquam, frater, si tandem occurrit." her words were accompanied by the barest trace of a smile, nearly invisible in the dark, dank cavern. "Bene occurrit quidem, soror mea." he crooned with a gentle smile of his own, dipping his head in a formal greeting. Once more he examined her, all the baubles that decorated her form. The dark oracle longed for his own decorations, but knew they would come with time. He was young, and the world was vast. All good things to those who wait. "An non potius nos?" he questioned softly, brow quirking curiously. Nephthys // Ramses // Anubis // Amunet // Seker

The first thing the bronze mistress noticed to her brother was that he had all the emotion of wet concrete, his facial muscles just as loose. There was no anger, no sadness, no joy or resentment. He did not even appeared bored as they conversed, that at least would have been something. For all the presence he brought to the caverns he might as well have been a store mannequin. The best she could say for him was that he was compliant, almost robotic until he parted his ebon lips and mused his words and question; he was curious, at least that was something. Paucis occurrit. angelic tones of enligtment, her tones were neutral and yet a smile sprread across her beautiful visage, displaying her ivory pearls. Ego certus non magis quam multi sunt extra nos est. her fiery gaze fell upon the horizon for a mere moment, closing it and imagining how many more did their bastard of a Father sired. Nephthys me esse dicito. Nephthys

He was not left in anticipation for an answer, the words left her maw without much in the way of inflection. "Paucis occurrit." she announced, a smile beginning to creep across ebon lips to reveal glistening fangs. So there were others, that was rather useful information. "Ego certus non magis quam multi sunt extra nos est." she added with a hint of displeasure, gaze drifting from him and towards the mouth of the cavern. Outside the rain was still pouring heavily, the patter echoing softly through the cave and creating a lulling white noise. "Nephthys me esse dicito." she added, and her attention was once more returned to their conversation. Finally, a name to match to the lovely features. He dipped his head politely in greeting."Anubis," he replied simply. She knew his surname. Had known it before he had even thought of introducing himself. There was a warmth to his features now, and the tip of one fang poked out from under his dark lips as a facsimile of a smile presented itself. "De aliis, nihil eorum dignum est? Dicite mihi de eis sis." lilting vocals would croon plaintive words of curiosity, brought forth by a desire for knowledge and interest to see whether he should be bothered to integrate into this newfound family. Nephthys // Ramses // Anubis // Amunet // Seker

She had a name to put to the face now.  There was no doubt in her mind that he was indeed  her blood, another one of their kin and another seed of Ra; a soldier that was meant to be part of a God army. A God that had forgotten he was dealing with other celesial beings, all in their right and hatred to succeed and interupt the Fallen Sun God reign. It will take a long time, it will be painful, but they shall stand victorious in front of the Sun God ashes and howl to the Heavens above for completing their task of ridding the world of a false ruler. It was Ra's right as a ruler, that much was tur, but his ideologies were false and his motivation corrupt therefore he shall fall once again. He shall fall before he raises the putrid Empire again. They owed him nothing. They had no reason to help him raise an Empire they never set paw in nor knew from its ashes. To his question the cinnamon mistress could only nod, I have met others worthy of our name and blood. she shifted her weight, sitting on her haunches with a roll of her hips, I have met a brother and a sister. I have lost sight of the broad and the lad is mute. she offered a soft sigh at the end of the sultry purrs. There ar emany more out there, Anubis. I am sure of it. she locked her fire gaze with his, Will you help me find them? her question was a wilent plea, hardly above a whisper as she trailed her tail along his own. The Ithuriels will live on. I have three spawns of my own and a capable male at my side. Nephthys

There was a swift shift in tongues, though the worldly male only took note briefly. They were well versed, the lot of them. The lineage stretched across a cast desert and beyond, and crossed boundaries of land and language. "I have met others worthy of our name and blood." she drawled thoughtfully, lavender gaze flitting from his features only briefly as she adjusted her position to recline more comfortably. "I have met a brother and a sister. I have lost sight of the broad and the lad is mute." her words fell upon dark auds that tipped backwards in displeasure. A mute? Strange. Though he was hardly one to speak, both a runt and a clairvoyant amongst a family of warriors. A gentle sigh slipped past her lips before she spoke again, with a decided shift in her tone. " There are many more out there, Anubis. I am sure of it." she announced solemnly. Two toned gazes locked, and he quirked a brow with intrigue. "Will you help me find them?" her vocals lilted with the plaintive request, brows pinching together as her silken tail draped affectionately over his to caress the length of his banner. This could be a useful endeavour indeed, though he wondered how much time he ought to be putting in to a search for family that may come as a disappointment to him. What if they ended up being no different than the ones who cast him out? What then? He will be a pathetic wraith amongst gilded deities once more. He took a moment to let his gaze rove her features, and removed himself from the situation even further. All things considered, this woman was a rather skilled manipulator. The ease with which she placed herself in his proximity, the tender affection in her touch, and the sincerity in her vocals. She was good, this Nephthys. "The Ithuriels will live on. I have three spawns of my own and a capable male at my side." she assured him warmly, with the gleaming pride of a priestess atop her dias. He hummed softly in his throat, considering her offer. "I will keep an eye out for the others." he assured her with similar solemnity, dipping his chin in a soft nod of agreement. "Tell me more of these spawns, I ought to be more aware of my kin, no?" his features warmed with a broader grin than before, teasing her gently to see where it went. He was not the most affectionate, nor the most open of wolves, but he was willing to reach out. Nephthys // Ramses // Anubis // Amunet // Seker