Be It Thunder Or Rain
02-18-2018, 07:10 AM
Dance with the Devil || The babe had underestimated the cold tonight, not like her at all but supposedly she was no longer accoustomed with the harsh night in Egypt since she came upon the lands of Boreas, she will have to find shelter and soon. She is marching but the night air is wicking her heat away faster than her body can replace it. She could turn back of course, but then what? End her journey before it even started? She met her uncle, Horus, and her aunt, Amunet; if there were here it means that HE was here as well and if he was here than something huge was going to happen soon and why not take this party to him instead of the other way around? Other than the darkness and herself all that seemed to exist was the chilly wind that’s harsh bite could be felt through her fine tendrils of hair. The babe could feel the hairs on her limbs raised and the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on her front limbs, but its bite was more than flesh deep. Her blood ran cold through her veins and her bones were starting to chill faster than she would be comfortale with. She could see a glow in the distance, a light upon the horizon line that with each pawstep approached, she wanted it, she craved it, maybe it was a fire in the distance, the realgar color was her new hope but as she drew near her auditory system were invaded with a merciless hiss, venemous, dry, "ssshow yourssself creature!" What kind of impudent creature? The voice was familair and yet she could not place it. "Who is this?"
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