Rising Hell And Spitting Fire
12-21-2017, 01:15 PM
Run, devil, run Still, silence in the middle of this desolate winter. Her arrival seemed to be announced a few days prior to her actual stepping paw on the lands that had been ravaged by a telling avalanche. Egotistical mind had worked out from a few days of exploration that the earth had trembled and the snow had dropped as a result, a perfect announcement of the destrustion the belligerant goddess was capable of, her smile had seemed never ending once she had found the distaster area. Black flag was raised over her hips as she strode through the oppressive dark toward the only reflective surface that could be seen from her vantage point on the hills. Hard, reptilian eyes zeroed in on the dark shadow of a wolf striding down to the lake below. Hackles raised on her spine in a heartbeat, and she watched the hazily familiar colors of the wolf float down the banks. Shaking her crowned head, Sekhmet descends, her paws barely seeming to touch the top crust of the snow as she made her way down. Yellow eyes were forever trained on the dark wolf as she made her way, dark tail flicking first left then right in an aggressive display. Long legs ate up the ground at a trot and she pranced sideways the closer she got to the wolf, a trait she had developed when intimidating her younger siblings into submission. Her tail waved in aggravated fashion as she clenched her jaws and flashed the blonde lopsided crown on her head, golden eyes trained on the increasingly familiar wolf. She came to a halt as she studied the other, cold and calculating eyes scanning over the wolf. A soft growl escaped as Ba'as looked over the body of her estranged sister, her emotionless gaze locking into the magnetic depths of a distinguishable combination of colors. Black nose twitched as she took in the mixed scents of male and female, and there was no longer any questions about who she had stumbled upon. Deserter, coward, left to die... Sekhmet released a deep, guttural growl at her sibling, finally recognizing Nepthys fully. "How many times...I have dreamed of seeing you again." She said the words on a cold voice, monotone and hard, but to the ones who knew her it would sound almost like relief. "Yearned for it...left us...Seth is still lost because I wanted to find you...No where." She raised her lips, revealing the pearly white weapons she hid beneath those black curtains. Oh, she wanted to lunge for her sibling's throat, to feel it between the knives of her fangs. But, it was an instinct for her to hold back when her family was in her sights. "Why here? The gods lead me to you now? You think it is a sign?" The aggression seemed to ebb, for now, a huff of crystalized air was sent forth from the dark goddess and she regarded her sister with a somewhat reluctant smile. At least she found Nepthys as she had wanted to, in the beginning, maybe they would see Seth again soon! The darker woman seemed to relax, though she wasn't sure if Nepthys would be mad enough to try fighting her. She kept herself guarded, but it was almost as though she had flipped a switch in her mind to avoid the attempted murder of her family. "Speech." Walk. Think. |