Every word she spatted only fueled the fire that burned inside of the egyptian temptress. Every violated phrase and memory of the man-whore was like gasoline to it, her claws were erect as they began to dig through the terrain under her tea cup pads and her jaw rooted. When the final mento had been added to the coke inside of her she exploded with anger, with no control what so ever over in which direction her tail lashed. In was inevitable not to disturb the white blanket the winter so carefully placed; You were better off without him. she growled, venom spread through her canines, toxic tongue lashing, He is nothing but filth. her jaws parted, taking a feign feral bite of the winter air. The trees stand starkly in the winter morning like x-rays of their summer selves, only in reverse; black on white; and they besides the sand woman were the only witnesses to the Goddess lack of control. It took a moment, maybe more but slowly, certainly, the vampiric succubus life-given breaths were steady; inhaling and exhaling, her breast moving in gusto as she regained her senses. What did she thought? That she belong to the single, only litter the bastard God had? Of course not. Who know how many of them are out there, who knows how many he abandoned just like he did with her. It would seem sand child, that we unfortunately share the same patriarchal figure. she cooed softly, venomour words were left her full, ebon maw before she offered a sigh. Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel, is my name, she offered graciously. She manged to return to her state; rosing to her full height, she curled her bushy tail along her reptilian spine once again in a sign of dominance, of her status as more than a mere mortal. the first. she continued with another sight, her posture changing, back straightened as if nothing could touch her, as if she was so high she could eat a star if she so pleased.
