Sunrise Sunset [Nephthys]
Eyes that held a flame within locked upon a well built boulder. Etchings within the sides formed a natural staircase. Shaking her long, fluffy coat due to winter, Ra quickly trotted her way toward the base. Upon arrival, The sun has begun to kiss the horizon. It was time. Claws attempted to grip the hard surface as the wolf scrambled up the side. Once on top, Ra sat down with tail wrapped around her paws. Perfect.
The sun was just on time as its beams painfully stung the golden orbs of Ra. To lessen the pain, the woman squinted ever so slightly, but still able to see the sun. Sunrise was like a renewal for Ra. A new beginning. Nothing she had done the day or night before could harm her now. She was a new creature, pure in form.
How often we see the dawn and take for granted the sun, that we see the blackness become a vista, the world, our home... yet after that, do we think of the light and how it brings our world to life? Do we think of how it shows us colour instead of only grey and warms us from our skin to our core, ignites our thoughts to beauty and sin. So, this dawn, as the blackish-greens took on their vibrant and verdant hues, the egyptian temptress let it soak in a little deeper, let her luxurious coat absorb the night and its stars before they were gone. As the sky changed from charcoal to soft dove grey she could not help but miss the night. Curves uncoil as ivory flesh will soon be heated by the sun raise as the sun ascends, fore voluptous hips and thighs shall quiver forth in their graceful envelopment. Spinal curve diving with each serpentine sway; sensual hips would roll in a tango, restless and allured. It seems this early trip came to fructioation, nostrils were invaded with the fragrance of another, a fine perfume, soft; womanly.The egyptian Goddess divided not only her attention towards it but also redirected her form with a flick of her bushy, braided tail. A arsenic melody, harmonious beyong belief, was the sound of her golden jewellery. Regal, royal blood poured through her veins, ichor one might dare to say. The golden adorning her feline-like body was a proof of that.
The woman took a seat a respectable distance away. "Come to admire the rebirth of Ra?" she asked with a tilt of her head. Golden eyes traced the feline like frame of the stranger. She was decorated in jewelry, more than she. Amun Ra would have had the same riches, perhaps more if her empire had not been destroyed. All she escaped with was her royal necklace, large and beautiful that hung around her neck. It turquoise and golden sequence fanning out, with a large, blue stone at the center. The necklace was a sign of her position, which made it Ra's pride and joy. The only remaining part of her family, besides herself.
This morning’s sunrise was a breathtaking display of radiant colors. Bright streaks of red, pink, and orange slowly overcame the dark blue and purple of the twilight sky. The sky resembled a prism; all the colors blended perfectly into each other. The sun itself was just peeking out of the horizon, and its brilliant rays already shined brightly and began to slightly warm the air. This land was cursed. Had she the ability, her mask would have cracked, made to blossom beneath the desire to laugh. She was bemused, she was tickled pink by this beautiful offer made by fate. Cursed. It was highly appropriate fore it could not be anything else; why would the Gods let her met another egyptian beauty if not only to remind her of the abandonment of her own family. The sand woman lineage was obvious, if not from her colorations than the jewlery she wore was a sure sign of it. She has seen such beauty before but not within her Empire. The Luciferian Succubus did not sneer, nor smile. Her ebon, voluptous lips only moved to part, allowing the melodic draw of foreign-kissed words to drift from her lips.
"Yes, sons and daughters of gods and goddesses should not be here without a reason," she paused trying to make eye contact with the fellow Egyptian. "Perhaps they have chosen you and I for a reason," she replied slowly. Her words were sincere and true. Then the name of the girl's father was brought up. "My name is Amun Ra Ramesses, named after my father," she stated. With a slight question in her tone, "My father's name is Ra," she continued. Though she was never told his last name. Her mother preferred to keep it a secret. Eyes searched for answers for what this meant. Could it be possible that there were two Ra's? Impossible, there is only one god, right? Again, Amun was unsure. The woman decided to fall silent and let the other female speak.
What is this sand beauty talking about? The egyptian temptress facade remained calm on the surfacebut inside her blood boiled; the only distinctive feature one was able to see was a surprise mini-expression, violet orbs widening for a split second, before returning to her ice, chilling exterior. Was this possible? Had her patriarchal figure done his biddings more than once? Had he procreated more cursed beings? Her words and her actions were divergent. They pulled in opposite directions as if her brain's narrator and navigator have entirely different ideas about the world and its inhabitants. Her patriarchal figure always talked the talk of the valiant protector, yet when push came to shove he vanished in the breeze of the night and she was on her own. Not once but twice has she met the man and he abandoned her like she was nothing, like she did not share the same blood. Over and over the egyptian temptress was left to her tormentors before they had their fill and throw her back. They all love her with words, resent her with actions - actions that slip from them more easily than leaves from the fall trees. So why can't this cursed fucking family just let her go? Why do they always find their way to her? Is it pride? Guilt? Curse?
"He abandoned my mother and I, though I suppose my mother could not let go," she said. Let go of Ra. He was a part of the Queen and was till the end. Silence fell upon the pair. The sun was now halfway up. Amazing how light could rise so quickly, overtaking the earth. Golden eyes turned to peer at the sun for a few heart beats. It was like her father was watching her, listening to every word. Her attention then turned back to the dark woman. Ears turned forward to give her all of Amun Ra's attention.
The sand woman words rock her mind, leaving it moving in foreign ways, ways she had become accustomed to these many years. She felt fragile, exposed and in a way humiliated by Ra's actions. It was no doubt in her mind that that was him, the mane was what gave him away; in all her years she had never encountered another lupine with the same distinguised aspect. Her words were an echo, but one with the power to tear down walls she had built high and deep. In their world emotions this strong were considered suspicious,weak and she had more priorities to think about than the health of her heart and mind. Now, if that isn't conflicted, she doesn't know what is. Hate colors her soul before the woman can finish her description. It spreads throughout the entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming central to the life and the intent of her persona. Her violet gaze burned strong; anger rippling her up from the insite, gutting her. the egyptian temptress beautiful visage was cold before, so much is true, but now it become rigid, jaw clamped tight, sharp canines grinding; her busy tail flicking every now and then and her valm exterior slowly crumbled in pieces on the ground.
Every word she spatted only fueled the fire that burned inside of the egyptian temptress. Every violated phrase and memory of the man-whore was like gasoline to it, her claws were erect as they began to dig through the terrain under her tea cup pads and her jaw rooted. When the final mento had been added to the coke inside of her she exploded with anger, with no control what so ever over in which direction her tail lashed. In was inevitable not to disturb the white blanket the winter so carefully placed;
The sun that was orange only an hour ago, shining warmly upon the night-chilled soil has become a yellow inferno. There is no more softness to the world, no more hint of the night as it ebbs away. Now there is only the day.The opera from the frozen trees becomes all the more powerful, as if these golden rays are their conductor's wand, and together they are the song that calls back the atrocious winter that fell upon them. The path of life was challenge enough, without making mountains out of molehills, and it was indeed true that they all had seen the craggy mountain of ice when they were afraid, triggered, maxed out emotionally... Therefore instead of that high drama, one must breathe... And breath she did. Inhaling the life giving essence of oxygen, allow it to fill her lungs as her chest pulsate along with it. Perception was everything and she knew better. She had a moment of weakness, of anger and she was going to own it but she knew that the only thing you can ever truly control was herself. Audits rotated towards her, apparently, half sister, her mind registering each syllable and word, their accents similar but not quite.
The egyptian temptress fell quiet, still. What was she supposed to do? This woman, she was a stranger that turned her life upside down with just a few words. But were they the Gospel Truth? Her violet eyes lanced their gaze towards the dirt, gathering their stare at the juncture of where claw met earth. Her full, ebon lips shifted, pursing gently as the crows terrible operas around her passed back and forth. She shall test this woman, to prove her words were true, to prove that indeed she was...family. Even the thought of it was bitter.
exitus nephthys