Get Out Alive.

Oh but in his search for his darling daughter there came a new caller. A beauty of deep reddish-purple. She came forth as a witness to his landfall, musculature rippling beneath that lovely hide of her’s. She spoke to him, and her voice traveled to him to quiet the droning of his mind. All at once it ceased repeating Absinth’s name to him, his focus realigning with that of the new soul before him. Offering him some sort of reprieve. A beautiful chance indeed. She grins at him, a flash of teeth, amusement plain on her features. 'Oh? What’s this?' Was he being tested? Tested. Bested. Invested. An interest the likes none have ever seen!

Setekh paused, switching his direction but never stopping, putting him squarely before her. She wished to speak to him, it would be done to face to face, eye to eye. Souls beared for all to see. Yes. That was the way it was meant to be. All things are as you command them to be! Setekh regarded her well, peering down at her with deep perception. Seeking her fears, her likes, her dislikes, her motivation in summoning his attention. “Kind, Unkind. What do those words mean to the gods? Bestowing blessings, creating the need to be blessed in the first place. Bringing famines with the only cure- a sacrificial lamb- to be killed to return their good graces. All just words to comfort the weak, and magnify their smallness at the same time.” The Ivory Prince returned her grin, sea water still dripping down his chin. Even water logged he was a picture of perfection, eyes boring into her own with force. “What can I do for you, little one? Can I feed some part of you? You do not strike me as a woman that adores meaningless chatter with strangers. I for one, enjoy it thoroughly.” The God looked her over, leering at her heavier weight and curves.. All with a mischievous twinkle in his volcanic eyes. It was difficult to see the color green there within her gaze. And so fiery. Just like his daughter. It made him feel… hungry. Eager. Oh what a meager meal! A meal to feel, to kneel, to sit at your altar!

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