As time elapses endlessly the bronze mistress sat there amongst the saline mainland shore retrospectively reflecting on her life. The water was scorching hot as it crashed violently against the rough, golden sand, obliterating all to be seen. The amber lukewarm sun glistens elegantly in the pale blue sky as clouds cascade to and fro. A white blanket of froth forms as the tide gradually approaches the shore. She began to feel isolated and restricted from the rest of the world. A sense of nostalgia gushes through her feline-like, slender bodice as it feels as if she had been here for ever consulting with her self. She had made a name for herself since she returned to the land of Boreas. Not only that she joined a pack but she brought forth children of her own. And found a admirable and worthy mate of her own, it was more a game of chess between them, each of them using the other as pawns but it worked much better than those matings based on love. She even managed to defeat her father and take his crown of Leader of their family. Yes, she made something of herself. Nothing was to be heard nor seen around her for the time being, nothing at all. Just her and the tranquillising waves which crashed vigorously against the shore. Immersed in salient melancholy, the bronze mistress's memory — lethe, and sensual inadvertence — came to her in fragmentations; broken dreams and ideals met, ever thrusting its moist fingers into her state; raking her heart in divisions of blood, senseless disorientation, and thirsting agony. Speech

Ember eyes traveled to the island. The place, though different than what he was used to, caused the brute to be rather sick with its beauty. The sun even began to warm his hide as he wished that the crisp coldness of autumn and winter would hurry it's way back to the male. It had been some time since he had run into his blood family once again, wondering how she was holding herself. The male knew the woman would despise his return to the lands, but, the brute was only interested in rekindling the old flame that burned when they were by each other. The tango of romance and seeing their enemies squeal underneath them was a sight to behold. A deeper analysis happened to cause his thoughts to skip away like a stone upon water as his eyes landed upon the slender frame of that of his old lover.

A slight smirk spread across his maw, eyes of mischief happened keep an eye on the woman as he approached her. "Quite a lovely view, might I say, love. However it cannot compare to your beauty," he spoke, his voice venomous but held a gentleness within him for her as his tail lashed from side to side as he approached her, though somewhat slowly and cautiously as he stayed a good distance from her. He knew the woman wanted him dead, but, he was not backing down from her worthless threats. He wanted to still be beside her and he still loved her, but if only the woman who was too blinded by rage could see that, his expression slowly turning monotone as his eyes stayed locked upon Nephthys, not averting his gaze at all.

Seduce and destroy With tears streaming down her beautiful visage, the amazonian babe could do nothing but sit on the sandy shore and stare at the horizon in front of her. Waves of a deep royal blue crept towards the babe before running away, only to repeat the process in a cycle that caused droplets of salty water to spray onto her teacup paws. But beyond those magical waves was something even more amazing and breath-taking: The sunset. Beautiful smudges of coral, lavender, turquoise, and a blazing orange blended together to create a sight so astounding it swept her away from all of her worries, just like the waves creeping over seashells and stealing them in a matter of seconds. Her own mind was her enemy, nothing but a storm that kept raging on from within and how could you win when the enemy it is, in fact, yourself? The past few days have been nothing but torture for the babe; her mate was gone and nowhere to be seen, her spawns were a handful for she had to be awake both during the day and at night and now she had to deal with Seketh return to Boreas after four seasons ob abandonment. Her last teardrop fell and hit the soft white sand, the vast ocean in front of her was  a place to escape from her life. The Gods and Goddesses that remained upon their celestial pedestal must mock her continously for there it was, the scent of the public enemy muber one: Setekh. His rotten cologne was the first sign of his aproach before orange jewels fell upon his form. What do you want, vile creature? venemous owrds left her foreign-kisses tongue, thick arabic accent wrapping around her words , doing nothing but add to the toxicity. if i cannot bend heaven i will raise hell Speech