Sometimes There Is Honor In Revenge
03-02-2019, 04:32 AM
The moment he turned his face was the moment realized that he too was a rotten half-siblings of her. Ra has been indeed busy in his former years, she will at least give him that. Her beautiful visage remained emotionless, unreadable as fiery orange lenses watched his movements, registered his antics and baritones in her mind, stocking them for later use. Perhaps he, the obsidian beast before her with the markings of Godlings, was the one that most resembled their Father, not only in moves but also in tones. I see the apple does not fall far from the tree. came the sultry purrs of the Mortuary Goddess, her gaze locking on him, confident and dominant from each and every fiber of her being. Assumptions are dangerous things to make, and like all dangerous things to make, if you make even the tiniest mistake you can find yourself in terrible trouble she offered, her exterior providing nothing but ice and she was more than careful to her body language and expression to not betray anything about her. She prefered it this way, to be surrounded in mystery and have the upper hand. Making assumptions simply means believing things are a certain way with little or no evidence that shows you are correct, and you can see at once how this can lead to terrible trouble, petulant child. she remained unmoving, time holding no candle to her exotic, foreign beauty as she remained still, statuesque. I have not come forth to bring the word of Ra. she stated with a hiss of her tongue upon the man name. And if you insist on continuing to make assumptions about me, your Pharaoh, I’ll advise you only this: assume you will always be wrong. her tail would curl upon itself, as she realeased her toxcity through the air between them, it was the only sign the woman gave away that the name of the man irritated her however, one could only assume why that was the case. She analyzed his form, his muscles and everything she had to offer for her. She was younger than Seker, only a child, about Locust age. Was this her sibling? He looked like he was rose in a life of luxuries, of riches without suffering and yet here he stood, away from home and alone yet judging by his scent there was another with him, meaning he was not traveling alone. Peculiar, to say the least. Speech |
