As Above So Below
Her gazed locked on his frame, muscular, small but fit; he will do. She registered his movements, hid body language and filed them all within her mind for further use. What is your name? her sultry purrs escaped her back of her throat, her chest raising and falling jut as she rolled her shoulder blades backwards in order to offer a more regal position, straight and statuesque. Her brilliance and dominance over the world was one of a kind, a confidence that lingered in her sensual , graveful moments and to her smooth, curvaceous lines. She was curved alright, curved like a scythe that could cut their heads off. The dark figure of the caracal moved fluidly through the blackness, picking his way from shadow to shadow, hunting rats as they scurried between the abandoned structures of rock which populated the dead cavern. The rats, which were dull-minded and predictable, were easy targets, especially given the relative peace in which they had lived for several long months. By his own choice, the servant had taken it upon himself to hunt for these vermins as meand of entertnainment, aggitation or simply to feast upon their flesh. Such movements did not distracted the autumn babe as her gaze dug a hole through the other body, taking in every muscle, fat and hair thread he had to offer. I am Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel, the first. Mortuary Goddess and Harbinger Of Souls. she introduced herself in low, sultry purrs, melodious to the ear and harmonious in the wake for she detested the echos of the cavern. |
