One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

She was quick to tell him that she would teach him the ways of their people, and once they were through he would meet the others. Already he knew of Anubis and their brother Setekh, but many more half siblings awaited him. A smile played on his sister’s lips as they continued closer to the river. She went on, and warned him about blood on blood feuds. They were at war with their sire, the man had betrayed too many of his offspring to get off without retribution. While Thoth was no fighter he would learn for the sake of his Pharoah if he needed to.


”Whatever you need of me,” he told her, honesty in his voice as he met her gaze. ”Though I am more valuable for my mind than body,” He teased, letting her know subtly that he was no warrior. ”I will fight for my right to exist on the mortal plain.” He assured her, eyes locked before turning his focus to the river.

”Teach me the ritual.” He would never seek to control the Pharoah, and his voice projected the statement as a question as his liquid metal eyes returned to Nephthys features pleadingly. Thoth yearned to gain in his knowledge, and Thys was the key to that.