Young God

*Amunet* · (This post was last modified: 01-19-2018, 09:20 PM by Amunet.)

Amunet padded contentedly over the sand, she had born in the desert and in finding her way back to her natural terrain she had felt some of her tension slide off. She still had yet to find her brother, her king. That was in and of itself a frustration, in many ways. But in particular since running in his spawn. The little monster she had crushed under her paw, it was probably still sulking around somewhere; and who knew how many more bastards he had flung into the world.

To say she was upset was an understatement; she had been promised to him and yet here he was giving his gifts to baser mortals. The bitch he had impregnated probably didn't even know what sort of divine gift had been given to her, and she hoped she'd cherished her quick fuck, because Amunet would make sure that Ra never touched another woman unworthy of his majesty again.

Not before she gave him a piece of her mind though.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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