Breaking Bad

nephthys

All that could be seen in front of the mortuary goddess was the silhouetted dark shape of the rising rocks and boulders that adorned the area surrounding her, rolling on for miles and miles to an end. In the darkness, the unexpected scent reached her, of honey- heather- and- gorse bush that seemed to be embroidered into the very landscape. Something sounded against the slick, slightly frozen bush and an auburn fox was suddenly visible. The frightened creature stared at her with it sharp, noble eyes and so it began the chase. It was only a sport for her and she was good at it, mile-long legs carried her across the rocky terrain, one could swear she was floating fore her pads did not seem to touch the earth. Running over loose fragments of ice her teacup pads were slipping more than she dared to admit but she needed this; needed to feel the adrenaline pumping through her, her heart beating a tattoo against her own bodice. It was a sport. One that she might have won if it was not for the mere moment she gazed back at a slippery fragment of ice she almost slipped on and collided head on with something massive and muscular.

Hear my voice

come with me where the moon is made of gold