Rising Hell And Spitting Fire

A soft scent flooded the brute's nostrils. Its fragrance drawing him like a moth to a flame. Sparks flew in his brain as memories flooded back to him. The scent reminded him of his lost soul, one the yearned for the old like were he sat as a king next to his brother. Ra.. Oh the memories of the sun god himself. The golden hues of his pelt and warmth of his soul still lingered around him and would for as long as it took to find him again. During all his mind wandering, Horus realized his paws had taken light through the trees. His destination unknown but the scent trail wasn't quite old yet. 

He followed the traces as fast as his long, limber legs would carry him. His frame seemed graceful in the long strides almost like a silk fabric bustling in the wind. The white and creams in his pelt made him stick out like a sore thumb as the rays of the sun began to slowly fade over the horizon in front of him. The trail became clearer and more obvious that it wasn't exactly what he was hoping for. The scent held a feminine twist but still held the raw power of his godly brother. 

Who? It wasn't a family member he knew yet it was so familiar.. And then there were two.. Two simple yet powerful scents that twisted together and mingled almost perfectly as if they would become apart of each other. Horus skidded to a halt and tasted the air even more. This couldn't be? Had his brother continued the line? How had he not know.. He would have felt it in his bones wouldn't he? Slowly his body finished the last mile up the trail until his eyes caught sight of a figure disappearing over the side of a hill. It was way to dark of a pelt to be Ra, but his curiosity was plagued now. He wouldn't be able to just walk away from this one. He quickened his pace just slightly still trying to be a little bit of a sneak in the process. The fresh air hit him first and the idea of water was almost too enticing. 

The voices that echoed through the darkness weren't of anyone he knew. They were forced and rough, even through the generations his family hadn't changed. A tight knot formed in his chest, these must be his nieces. From who Horus didn't know, only that they came from the line of Ra. Slowly he slipped down through the same trail the other had taken down to the beach. His paws heavy and easy on the sand as if to alert them to his presence without interrupting their little get together."Well.. I for one have a question. From Ra i know you are from... But from Amunet you are not. So who dear nieces do you come from?" Horus drew strength to his voice but it was still charming and weak to their ears. His body was very malnourished and most could see the tips of his ribs and hips through the fluffy and unkept fur but that didn't stop the strong family traits to hide. His head was held in a high fashion but not to challenge, while his tail stayed easy and relaxed behind him.