We Shall Rise

Her mother once told her that people could grow strong enough to whisper at iron bars that hold them and see them bend out of their way, like the most crazy magic. That's what family can do, she would say: fix souls, fix brains, cure them all. Hearing her brother, Anubis, right now made the cinnamon vixen wish she could have mastered that way. The way to unite their broke family once more. But it is hard when she had been starving for so long and only recently, when she gave birth, became familiar with the terminology. She would sit and call for help. She would act like there was no cage, wore a mask of coping and normality. She would rage against the bars. Yet what family makes simple, no other thing can solve. There was another escape route, yet it was one into another great pain. It was possible to be so emotionally starved that, when she was enslaved, she slipped through the bars, no longer bound but with her soul crumbling. That was her way out. What followed was endless emotional marathons on bleeding paws.

She learnt how to hide the pain, how to look normal. And in the past the vixen understood why some go cold inside to escape the pain of isolation, why they let their empathy wither and die: numbness over feeling, mental anesthesia. But now, after knowing what emotional intimacy was, what a family truly was, the vixen refused to allow her family, both the Ithuriels and the Kleins, to remain broken and scattered across the Earth for a second longer. By the time Anubis approached, he rmind already settled on her words; succulent lips parting, I just came back from it. a slight amusament sparkled within her fiery orange optics, gaze locking on his own as a smile painted itself on her full lips. I came to announce you that I have defeated Ra. He is no longer the Head of the Ithuriels. she was proud of herself, after all, she was vain and the devil incarnate. Her stature radiating confidence regardless of the open wounds and crimson liquid that adorned her slender, curvaceous frame This is our time to rise, blood. Forget their Empire, fore we own them nothing and build our own. as she shifted her gaze a cold shiver of pain resonated through her body and she whinced for a second before continuing, I want to unite our family. Will you stand by me, brother? Will you let me call you family? the smile vanished for a mere second as she leaned in and attempt to brush their cheeks together in a affectionate gesture.