Rising Hell And Spitting Fire
01-18-2018, 01:05 PM
Run, devil, run Nepthys mirrored her thoughts, denying her the knowledge of what happened. Sekhmet understood, knew that those memories would be painful to bear, her own were bad enough. She could only imagine the things Thys and Seth had seen, but they were both correct. Now was not the time for these questions, and Sekhmet didn't really wish to think on her sister's next questions either. There was no way around these, however, and an almost sad sigh left the dark one. "I haven't seen or heard of father since we were made to leave, and the same goes for Setekh. I take it you haven't seen them either. " It was then that she caught the sound of another approaching from behind her, and she turned to see a male, hearing his words and returning her golden gaze back to Thys. "It does not matter who we come from, only that we are known to Ra as his children. Who are you to know which god it was to give us breath?" Her hackles rose like black knives as she stared at the male who claimed to be their uncle, having no early memories of the male, Sekhmet was not likely to trust him. The only memory she had of Ra's family members were sharp teeth and frightening loud voices as they cursed her mother and siblings for ever existing. Would this supposed uncle be the same? "Speech." Walk. Think. |