What a wonderful day for murder
04-26-2017, 01:02 AM
What was she doing here? She really didn't know, well ok she was exploring. Not like she was suppose to be exploring the northern lands but she was a year old now and wanted to see it all. She really wanted to see these mortal packs too, after all she was originally a mortal, but through adoption she was a god, or rather a demi god. Maybe she wasn't as powerful as a true god but she was in her mind the link to the mortals success. If mortals wanted to survive they would come to worship and understand her and the abraxas clan were above them. Her form moved with her limp. It was healing and starting to become a dull throb every now and again but she ignored it. There was a scent that had caught her attention. Dried mud and what smelled like mutt under it. Her senses were keen on whatever mutt had strayed into her path, a path of war. Of destruction, and eventually the death of inferior mortals. While she also wished Amon to die she wouldn't be the one to take him down of that she knew. She would need to learn to manipulate one of his children to do that. How ironic it would be too. The gods pet monsters turning on their master. As she arrived on the scene she paused to lift her head and assess what she had come upon. A mere child in the water drinking his fill. This would be a bit of fun, time to test how godly she could be in the eyes of one mortal. She approached with her head up and face calm, coming from the shadows hoping it might loom like in the dessert heat that she materialized out of nothing. Perhaps if this kid thought her a god he might make it easier on her. She didn't speak only stood now at the edge of the water watching. A dark thought came to mind, take the mortal as a pet and when his usefulness was over she could kill him and dump his body where ever she wanted. She could wear his dark pelt like a trophy. He should be terrified upon meeting her family enough to make him behave. She was heading straight to the top one way or another. She stood with her injured leg held lightly under her and did her best to leave little to no trace of herself in the shape of paw prints behind. She could do nothing right now about her scent but should his mortal parents come looking there was already a plan in place. She would make this child disappear with her. Her mother would be proud of her she was sure. Walk, "Talk" Think |