Deep into that darkness peering,long I stood there, wondering, fearing...
Like Icarus, Ra flew too close to the sun. The male thought he was invincible until the wax melted from his wings and . At first, it was drip by drip. He was too busy enjoying his battle to even notice. The bronze Goddess thought that pride does that, it blinded him to his own demise. Before he knew it he was crashing down toward the angry sea. And he had the injuries to prove that. Needless to say , she had a few injuries of her own, her ear had a rupture and several bruises covered her slender, feline-like bodice, however that was nothing compared to his own. His were almost fatal.
Fiery lenses washes over his frame. Pathetic. she panted, rolling her shoulder blades backwards in order to make her seem bigger than he already was. Teacups paws carried her towards the dishonorable man that laid face-first in the dirt and blood they provided. The King of Kings, the God of Gods. venom, potent toxicity escaped her succulent, dark lips as she towered over the beast. Look at you now. she swept her pad across the ground only to throw more dirt at his frame. Make no mistake, fallen one, your crown belongs to me. the toxicity levels rose high, adding gasoline to the flame, she felt her blood boil within her veins as she stared down at her own blood, at the man from whos seeds she came from.
Fiery orange lenses came clashing on to her aunt, Amunet, the old hag that she fought with and defeated her when she was a yearling. Oh, how the tides turned now. How did it felt? To see her enemy victorious? To see the man you love laying in the dirt as he deserves to be. To see him crumble into nothing? A smirk played at the corned of her full lips as she started at the bitch, registering her movements and every single facial expression because she will remember this moment. Amunet. she tasted the bitch name on her serpent tongue before she lifted her right front limb above Ra's front left ankle. It all came crashing down, she will break it, smash it; for a moment she thought she could actually hear the bone fissuring under the pressure, under the strenght.
She stood there for a mere moment before she leand her crown backwards to release a most beautiful and heart breaking howl, melodious and harmonious as her every sonnates. A song that screamed victory. Heavy is the crown that I have taken. her gaze never left the two of them. Nephthys Ma'at Ithuriel is the name of your Pharaoh. her tail would tower towards the sky, excessively long, similar to four normal tail, radiating dominance over the Earth and its inhabitants. Teacups paws where places one next to the others, straightening her back; regality, elegance radiated from every fiber of her being. She dreamed of this moment ever since she was a child, to see the man that abandoned her laying in the mud at her mercy. Goddess of Death and Harbinger of Souls. she offered with a sadistic smirk that would made Satan crawl in inferiority. Remember it. I shall come after you next. she locked her gaze with her aunt, Amunet. A promise, a threat, she may take it as she want but it was something certain. She will bring all of them down. All of the have-been and build and army of her own.
