They can have the world; we will create our own
01-05-2018, 09:56 AM
Run, devil, run She moved with all the slow confidence her lineage afforded her, slender legs drifting effortlessly over the surface of the earth with hardly a whisper. Dark bodice seemed to float along the ground as she picked her way through the terrian, crooked crown tilted as she caught sight of something that moved rather unsteadily in the distance. Clenching the rabbit she held in her jaws, the destructive goddess moved forward with a cool curiosity on her beautifully sculpted face. Soft golden eyes scan ahead as she trots on, her ink black flag waving behind her with ever prideful step. Turning the corner, panting with the heat of this place, Sekhmet watched as another familiar figure slumped into the small sliver of shade that was provided by the rocks. Golden coins gilded his frame, a rather pitiful husk remained of what she could remember as her sire. Perhaps this was an imposter, making a poor rendition of her once great father, but she knew by the orbs of weakened light that surrounded him that she was in the presence of Ra. Ba'as was young when she had been forced to leave with her mother and siblings, but she remembered him. Fury bubbled in her chest as she stared at what remained of her frazzled father, holding the rabbit between her jaws. She said nothing, only looked at the male for a moment, then tossed the rabbit to him. "You look like a ghost, like a memory. What is your name?" She had heard stories of Ra, her father, and held an image of his gleaming coat and bright silver eyes. This husk couldn't be the fabled god of her legends. If so, he was worse off than she would have ever believed. "Speech." Walk. Think. |