Rising Hell And Spitting Fire
12-22-2017, 02:04 PM
Run, devil, run Memories were funny things, some were clouded by hate, others by an intense love. They had both grown, almost even with their builds and weight, though Sekhmet would forever be the heavier of the two. With a flick of her black tail, the darker woman grinned as her sister growled back, showing just how much she had grown. "I am really here, Nepthys. Your mind is not playing tricks." Though her voice remained cold, she knew Nepthys would understand there was love in the tones. As if to prove her claims, the heavier female moved to her lost sister and didn't hesitate to close the distance between them fully. Curling her neck around the multihued shoulders of Nepthys, Sekhmet embraced her. She had only gone off to calm down, but when Ba'as returned to the scene of their reckoning, she had found nothing. Both her brother and sister had left her. Still, she could not deny that she had missed her siblings, after all, she loved all of her family dearly. Should have stayed with them, I am the oldest. Last mistake I will ever make. Smiling almost sadly, Sekhmet squeezed her sister and stepped back. One obsidian paw raised and stretched out in a spoiled move that was very youthful coming from Sekhmet. "I have missed you, little sister." She seemed happy, even if she didn't fully show it. OOC: Soooo, sooo sorry this one sucks lol. I didn't imagine her with emotion, so it's a bit awkward lol "Speech." Walk. Think. |