They can have the world; we will create our own
01-18-2018, 01:19 PM
Run, devil, run Ba'as watched as shadows moved in the soft, golden glow of the wolf before her. She could easily recognize the shape as that of a serpant and she scoffed at the hissed warning it gave her. As if a snake could tell a goddess what to do. A cold, hard gaze was given to the snake as Sekhmet lowers her head to speak with the creature, hard and pale golden eyes boring deep into the darkness of the reptile's own. There was no fear from her, knowing the snake to be venemous and finding herself confident in her speed and prowess. She had been raised on a diet of them, finding their meat to be rather sweet, even though it was a bit stringy and hard to chew. "I know his face, serpant, I see it in my dreams. It is imprinted on the backs of my eyes the same way my mother is tattooed on my mind and heart. If I wanted him hurt, dead, or worse, he would be so already. Strike, I will strike harder, and your life will be forfeit." Her voice is hard and gritty, not unlike a sandstorm, and it never wavered in its intensity as she growled her warning to the beast. With her words spoken the goddess moved first to get out of strike range, then towards the wolf she suspected to be related to her. She kept an eye on his supposed guardian, making sure he never got too close to her while she looked over the glowing being who lay on the sand. "Do you know what they used to make him this way?" She asked in a softer tone, her golden rimmed ears pulling back on her lopsided crown as she circled around the male. Sekhmet made sure to keep away from the jaws of the snake, though she was more concerned with the wolf at her paws. "Speech." Walk. Think. |