Rising Hell And Spitting Fire
12-23-2017, 08:42 AM
Run, devil, run The dark goddess couldn't focus on the past, if she did, the loyalty she felt toward her mother would have caused her to fight her only line to family that she had left. While Sekhmet was guilty of the same crime, she had come to feel oddly protective over the spoiling corpse of her mother, and had been forced to leave the sides of her siblings for a while. She hadn't meant to stay gone, but life often throws even gods curve balls. The rage she felt, the fierce possession over the body, the instinct to kill the wolves who fed off her...It had been too much. "I had to leave for a moment. I didn't want to be gone so long...I was foolish. And you? I came back and you were no where..." She avoided the aggression that bubbled up within her, the main action of her sister helping to cool the fires she had clung to in order to survive. Instead, as Nepthys curled back around her, she buried her face into the thick ruff of her multi-hued sibling and inhaled deeply. "Nevermind, do not tell me. I am only glad to have found you. Never leave again, I will stalk you if I must." A soft laugh and a tighter squeeze were given to Nepthys, and Sekhmet emitted a rumbling growl that resembled a purr. How soon would Seth be found? She worried about her brother, but for now, she allowed the reunion with her sister distract her. Running her chin along the dark fires of Nepthys' fur, Ba'as smiled and curled possessively around her sister as she sat in the snow. This season seemed promising for brighter futures, perhaps it was all about the location. This place was rather magnetizing to the young goddess's eyes. "Speech." Walk. Think. |