[AW]  Madness

Sekhmet

3 y/o large Female


Lava bubbled and popped, sizzling with a sharp hiss as it spread along her bodice in thick lines waylaid only by the raw tension in her countenance. While her expression remained a mask of stoic neutrality, her body sand the undeniable lyrics of a figure wrought with agitation and discomfort. Too long. The thought persisted, gnawing at her subconscious like a ravenous tick that refused to take no for an answer as it continued burrowing deeper and deeper into her soul. Her hackles rippled, a gesture of the raw power and strength that festered beneath the surface of her flesh. You are without purpose, without principle. How dare you be a stain upon this wasteland without the guidance of your heart! The fine veneer of stoicism cracked as the voice of the fallen Pharoah roared across her mind like the harsh snap of a whip upon her flank. Her lips pulled back over her teeth and the snarl that brewed her chest was venomous, poisoned, ominous.


"(I abandoned nothing! To save his life, he had to flee and my prowess consumed his place as sacrifice but without guidance, I cannot find him!)" The words were roared in a language not spoken in these lands and yet the rage and tenacity with which she snarled could have slain lesser beings where they stood. Her mind was silent, the pharoah's phantom refusing to guide or aide her and she paused... chains rattling, cloak billowing around her as realization dawned on her. This was no manifestation of spirtual energy, no ghost that returned from the afterlife to plague her it was her own subconscious and perhaps a drop of madness. Her skull lifted, molten eyes flickered across the plateau. A herd of deer grazed aimlessly in the distance, unpreturbed by her momentary lapse in sanity. Fear suddenly gripped her, ensnaring her where she stood in an icy grasp. Was this... was this insanity or the beginnings of it? What use was she if she grew unable to decipher fantasy from reality? Her heart pounded painfully, slamming against her ribcage and in an impulsive movement she violently shook out her pelt, sending small drops of crackling lava hissing to the Earth below.


No. Madness would not have her. She was strong, unshakeable, untouchable... she just had to find Akarui. Her eyes slid shut, her expression molding into cold, unblemished glass and with a new determination colored with a hint od desperation, she forced herself to keep moving. She would find him. She always did.

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Akarui

2 y/o xlarge Male

The land was vast, unknown to him, foreign and empty in ways which it provided nothing, no structure, no kingdom it was all lost. All gone, burned it fell to the earth like ashes, he had lost everything. Four front legs practically drug across the ground, burns lining his body, scorching through the dark fur that had once been there upon his legs. The more he looked out at the expanse of terrain in front of him the more angry he got, lip twitching as his temper took hold he didn't care about his wounds, about this land. Only for his kingdom. His kingdom that was GONE. Audits of gold drew back, flattening tucking tightly against the back of his head, eyes of burning cinders narrowing into thin slits which would dare to rip through anyone who might cross his path now. He had a notion, a drive to cut them all down for no other reason than he was livid.

His muscles would grow tense as he paused, body temperature beginning to rise as he stood fuming, until —

It was the muffled sound of a familiar tone which brought the man to lift his head, golden ears moving from their pinned position they slowly shifted drawing up upon his crown, and all Akarui could do in those moments was stare into the horizon. His gaze burned with a foreign intensity as he watched the earth in nearly every direction, a single paw lifting as anticipation racked his body. It was the language of his homeland, and while he couldn't make out what they were saying, he knew that voice.

And finally she came into view, he didn't need her to get near him for him to immediately recognize her. Sekhmet. It took him a few seconds to get his legs to move, brows knitting together as he neared her, he wanted to let his emotion break through. To pull himself against her and breath in the scent of home she still likely bore upon her fur, but he didn't. He stopped before he would make contact with her, voice breaking slightly as the words fell from his maw.

"You're here..."

"speaking"


 

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Satchel

7 y/o large Male
Satchel
I'll swallow up all of you, like, a big bottle of big big pills

He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing here.

He had decided to branch out from the south, as much as he loved the place he needed to see more. To feel more, to want more. So he decided that very instant to explore things he'd never known. It had been a couple days now, and he was Hungry . He'd seemed to have come upon an area of grass, and smiled to himself as he inhaled it's sweet scent. To appreciate the little things, was something he had only recently learned. Weaving his way through the lush green, he was almost suspicious. Because deep down, he knew nothing was ever as it seemed. Not even this. He had gotten into a scuffle with his dear Zen, enjoying the pain as it radiated through. A slight limp, his hip was not feeling the best but he would survive as always.

He caught there scent almost immediately, head tossed up to gaze at the beast before him. They were quite simply brilliant. Male and female, molten lava and obsidian black. He stiffened hard, feeling almost exposed. Almost.. But he was never the one to shy away, and now was NO exception. He took a second to just take it all in, a slow and steady rage building up. Why? He couldn't tell you even if he wanted.  Feeling a bit like a rock star, he emerged from the shallows into full view. Waltzing up right into the thick of it, keeping a few feet away but not by much. His molten gaze flashing sharp, inhaling each breath with a recklessness all his own.

" Well, what have we here?" Contempt in his voice, it was beast like these had long persecuted the Mundane. He wasn't sure why he didn't like this, but he just didn't. So brilliant and self assured. He was not exactly sure what he was going to do next, but at least keeping tabs on everything could help. He refused to crumble, and held himself up with a defiance all his own. Not a challenge per se, but not anything friendly either.

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Sekhmet

3 y/o large Female


Fear was a bleak and selfish mistress. It did not suit the Goddess of War and yet... it persisted, pounding through her veins like a leeching toxin. It was not fear for her own person, it was not fear of the unknown, it was the fear of losing her sanity, her tactical mind to the throes of madness while she scoured the Earth for the single soul she would serve until the fates stole the last breath from her breast. She had never pictured a world, a life where she could not find Akarui and yet... the thought haunted her now, persisting like an annoying gnat near the tip of her ear. She could not shake it, she could not fight the fear it instilled in the fabric of her soul. She shook her skull, a harsh movement and kept moving, eyes blazing with the lava that swirled in the fleshy globes only to freeze as a scent stilled, tamed and commanded her with no more effort than it's presence. For a moment she forgot how to breathe, she forgot how to make her bodice function and her brilliant eyes crackled with the desperation, the need for her senses to not deceive her.


But they didn't... and there Akarui stood.


Thinner than when they'd last seen one another, coveted by burns and scars that hadn't been present before... Sekhmet didn't care. He was stunning, a picture of regal prowess that sent a shiver of pure relief careening down the length of her frame. Here. He was alive. He breathed. Her sacrifice, her will to take his place and die so he might live hadn't been for naught. She'd stopped them. She'd saved him. He lived and for once... he found her. Akarui spoke, two simplistic words but Sekhmet's reaction was visceral, she breathed, she drank him in, she trembled. He may as well have orchestrated an entire symphony for her because his voice was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard. She forced herself to breathe, her paws to shift and then she was thundering for him... all sleek lines and power as she remembered how to move.


The space was eradicated in seconds, but she did not touch him, he hadn't given her permission to do so. Sekhmet stopped mere centimeters from the Prince, breathing him in like the finest wine before she presented herself in a way that only he would ever receive. With graceful elegance, she lowered her body to the earth, subjugating herself in the most striking display of willing submission. The chains that bound her forelimbs rattled, her cloak, a blanket that slipped to the side, revealing the scars and wounds she'd taken for him. Tilting her skull to the sky, her nose brushed the underside of his chin and her eyes slid shut as peace settled in the center of her soul. “Akarui.” She breathed his name like a sacred prayer because it was. Her sun, her moon, her purpose, her life... all of it was forfeit for the will of the Prince before her. “(You live... and I am yours.)” The sacred tongue spilled from her mouth in a declaration, a vow and a plea. He had every right to deny her that purpose, he had every right to abandon her here... but for the moment she refused to brood on such thoughts because he was here... because he lived.


A voice shattered the bubble of emotions around her and burning eyes of lava flickered to the ivory male that oozed contempt. Renewed, invigorated and with all the strength of Ra and his descendants, Sekhmet slipped from her prone position beneath Akarui and rose with lethal grace to stand. Her hackles raised, her lips curled back over her teeth and her eyes narrowed like twin pools of festering aggression... but she was leashed, chained and bound to the Prince. She might be a coiled viper waiting to strike but she would never do so unless it was commanded. It was not about a lack of will power or even a lack of determination... it was about respect and honoring the nobility that stood above her. “Your last breath if you fail to stand down.” Thickly accented words dripped from her tongue like shards of ice. Piercing, harsh and cold.


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Akarui

2 y/o xlarge Male
He studied her there, casting in his sharp gaze the judgement as he scanned her for imperfections, beyond those she could not control. He wanted to know that his sword had remained pristine in their time apart. He would not tolerate her failing to take care of herself — and she knew this. Sharp gaze of gold and fire caressed over her face first, catching the light which burned in her eyes, as he reignited her flame. It was his gift to her, her purpose was not something she could find alone, no she needed him. Without him; she was no one. 

The mans brows would knit together as she came to close the space between them, he did not budge or flinch even as she pressed herself into his personal space. His right ear only twitching slightly, even his face remained stoic as ever, controlled, despite the torment of emotion that raged inside him. Relief, love, protection, appreciation. The disbelief that she was here and with it the ache that she could have died in the war. It was all there, locked behind a wall of stone. But Sekhmet could see it, he knew she could. She didn't miss a beat. For she knew him better than anyone, even his own parents knew not what lived beneath the bitter display he gave everyone else. 

He allowed himself though to take in her proximity, to breath in the aromas of home, mixed with the scents of this new land, and the wolves she had met along the way. Akarui of course wanted to know everything, where she'd been, who she'd been in contact with and what she had come to learn about this place. But those questions would come later. Without asking Sekhmet moved with a sophisticated grace, lowering the front half of her body before him, he only watched. Regarding the beauty of such an action, and one that she'd given him on numerous occasions. But, this one, this one was different with their recent time apart the notion was a breath of fresh air. For this was the gift that Sekhmet gave him. Her willing submission to him and him alone a prize among the royal family, only to be appreciated. She was no slave. 

They bathed in these moments of sacred silence, until his name fell delicately from her lips, angling her head to brush her nose against the underside of his chin and he tilted down, giving her more contact in a subtle display of tenderness as she supplicated for a renewal of her position by his side. "And I will have you...always...rise Sekhmet." he rumbled through heavy baritone lyrics. 

He parted his maw to speak again, until the hissing lyrics of a stranger sent their world crumbling around them. Akarui's eyes would snap, prompt anger bubbling within his chest. It was she who rose first, turning upon the man who strode up on them with a cocky, and aggressive attitude that begged for a swift and brutal correction. Ears would twitch to catch Sekhmets words, his own eyes narrowing into thin slits upon the pale brute, lip twitching with a rage that could not be contained.  Even as big as the pale man was the prince — no, king; assuming his father was dead towered over him. "You will choose your next words wisely" it was not a suggestion, it was a command, he did not falter as he took another step toward the pale beast. Unshaken, and unimpressed by the other males defiance, for his temper lived just beneath the surface. 

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Satchel

7 y/o large Male
Satchel
I'll swallow up all of you, like, a big bottle of big big pills

It felt like something private.

He offered a glance between them both, not offering anything other them himself as he observed. As Mundane went, he supposed he might be inclined towards hate. However all he could muster up was sheer disgrace. Something was not wanted, and that would be him. In his many years he knew better then to play the part of fool. So he decided to humble himself, and with a sigh he backed off slowly.

" I didn't mean to ruin the party." a rather curt nod, as he turned to go. " But please, go ahead and enjoy" this last part a snippet, because he could never truly get over it. But he had other things to attend to, and with this in mind he wandered off. At the very least he knew what to expect now, and how to go about it. Slipping back from where he came, a fickle heart beat stale as ever.

Perhaps the fairy tale he  so desperately sought, was still out there.

- Exit Satch- 




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Sekhmet

3 y/o large Female


Her subjugation was not a gesture of self depreciation, nor was it the imbalance of power or purpose, it was willing. An unspoken gesture of undying loyalty and honor that she'd only ever given to Akarui. Now and forever he would claim the rights to her prowess, whether he desired it or not. If ever a cursed day should befall her where his appreciation degenerated into malice, she would still guard him from afar. He answered her display with a stoic mask of feigned disinterest barricading the battered heart within his breast, but Sekhmet did not require eccentrics. She knew. Despite the lack of poetry or prose, he was pleased that she was here... and that was enough.


Her nose brushed the underside of his chin, exposing the entirety of her throat and on baited breath she awaited his verdict... the end of her usefulness in the form of his bridgework divesting her of jugular and trachea or in his acceptance. Either would be acceptable. She was his, in ever sense of the word. Her eyes swirling with lava slid shut and when his muzzle dropped not to kill her but to praise her in the gentlest of nuzzles, she melted, every muscle going lax as a pleased rumble rattled up from her chest. Yours. She did not repeat herself, but the understanding drifted between them all the same. She rose at his command and stepped around him, coming up on his left side, her rightful place and remaining a half step behind him. Her skull dropped to his neck, a soft nip smoothing a tangle from his fur. “You live... I had thought...” Emotion strangled her, silenced her voice. “I cared for nothing but your life.” A whisper... before the moment was shattered and she moved from a stance of easy complacency into instant hostility.


The ivory male spoke of things he would never comprehend, his snippets little more than a fools interpretation of events and Sekhmet's aggression hardened. Every muscle, nerve and fiber locked into an offensive, aggressive stance, her ears pinned to the top of her skull, her eyes bubbled with malice and her ivory teeth remained barred and exposed. With all the ferocity of a Goddess, she painted a malicious picture, but even as the stranger spewed more disrespect and more unprovoked snark, she didn't move. As much as she would adore tearing into his hide and branding him the fool, she would hold her tongue and her position. Akarui had not commanded his punishment and Sekhmet had not forgotten how to serve the Prince. Briefly, her eyes flickered to her charge, an unspoken conversation passing between them.


Am I to defend your honor and teach this ingrate a lesson, or shall you give him mercy and let him leave? Sekhmet would not move unless the Prince commanded it. She was his personal guard and she would only represent what he desired to represent. No more, no less. The perfect blade.


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Akarui

2 y/o xlarge Male

They had stood there, in moments that seemed to drag on for centuries, frozen in time together as they took each other in once again. His jaws placed just under her chin, able to reach her exposed jugular with ease had he wanted to. But she was all he had left from his kingdom, and she bore no failure, expecting her to undo the war that had seized their land would have been too much. Even for her, even for who he deemed nearly equivalent to himself in skill, could not have stopped the fate of their home. 

And thus he could not bring himself to fault her for it. Instead only offering her a piece of reassurance, watching as she rose at his demand. A simple word bringing her body to move without question, or thought. Akarui simply flicked an ear as she moved around him, face stoic as ever as she came to his side, always slightly behind him as to not challenge his lead. Only did he react when she came to gently nip at the fur around his neck, casually offering her a glance as the words dripped from her maw 

“You live... I had thought...”  he could hear the strain in her voice, but even so he didn't waiver under it. Especially not in the presence of a stranger. “I cared for nothing but your life.”  Sekhmet managed the words. But Akarui's were quick. "As you should," he mused, most might see it as a cocky line, but it was simply a word of approval. His focus then, was turned upon the male who'd interrupted their reunion, brows knitting together as his lip twitched with agitation at the man. " I didn't mean to ruin the party."  Party? he turned to leave, and then" But please, go ahead and enjoy" Akarui didn't miss a beat, not the way his voice snipped at him, but he didn't move a muscle, even though his temper burned within. Sekhmet was likely to feel the heat radiating from his body. 

But for once Akarui let him go, "We have more important matters than the commoner this time," he rumbled, the last snippet was a promise. He turned fully now back to Sekhmet still listening to ensure the male did actually leave. "How long have you been here?" he mused gruffly, ears drawing atop his crown. 

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Sekhmet

3 y/o large Female


Approval in the form of staggered emotion, a nearly arrogant command slipped from his tongue and Sekhmet was silent. What should have been a moment of reunion was tarnished by indecency, false assumption and an overall lack of understanding. The ivory plebeian who bore his teeth and openly mocked them would never understand the depth of undying loyalty she carried in her breast, such masochism's were beyond such a feeble mind but even as she bristled, hackles rising and ivory teeth barring down at him... she memorized him. His appearance, his scent, his countenance and should she ever encounter him again, he would pay for his transgressions with blood.


Akarui's temper flashed, a blinding wave of heat that radiated from his core and wafted out to touch her. In response the rivers of lava that etched across her flesh bubbled and seared as her muscles quivered. Anticipation seared through her veins and yet she did not feel anger. She remained cold and dispassionate, an icy blade despite her element that was ready to swing without feeling. A younger Akarui would not have hesitated to pursue the ivory fool, but apparently he had grown in her absence... because after a moment of deliberation, his posture lessened and with a great huff, he shook off the aggression and glanced at her. Sekhmet mirrored him, a soundless compliment and merely inclined her skull in simple agreement. She did not know what matters he deemed more important than a usurper but it was not her place to question such a judgment. Her tail flickered, releasing the pent up tension in slow, subtle movements.


Her ears flickered, catching the soft words murmured towards her and responded with simplicity and quick compliance. “Not long, a few months at the most. This was the first foreign land I graced after the war wherein I commanded you to flee.” The barest hint of amusement flickered through her molten gaze before it was gone. Ah, the only time she ever commanded Akarui... when his life was in immediate danger. She never interfered in spars or matches made in the arena of nobility, but a field of battle... such was Sekhmet's dominion. Goddess of War. She had been named for just such a purpose and she would bark at Akarui to be safe until her voice was raw and her body failed her.


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Akarui

2 y/o xlarge Male

He knew of her frustrations, but he did not acknowledge them, allowing Sekhmet to simmer and burn at his side as they watched the ghost leave their presence. His glance flickering over her, taking the moments to absorb the color of her face, the burning flame in her depths. No different than he had remembered, how long had they been apart? “Not long, a few months at the most. This was the first foreign land I graced after the war wherein I commanded you to flee.” a few months, she answered his question as if she'd read his thoughts. Though he wouldn't be surprised if the woman was in his head at this point.

But at her last words, his golden audits flickered back slightly, obeying her command — running from his people was something of disgrace. First and foremost, Sekhmet was not his superior, and Akarui never took orders from anyone other than his father. Even her demands when training him seeped beneath his skin like the lava which pooled from her flesh. He didn't enjoy the reminder that he'd abandoned his people, left them to succumb to their fates while he tucked tail for the hills. 

It was shameful. 

He knew why of course, his blood was sacred, and he now was the last of his families line, the last to be able to carry on the royal blood. But how could he even attempt to court a woman without the aid of his family's command? And more importantly, who would be worthy of carrying his lineage? The man sighed, brows knitting together as the thought tugged at his mind. He didn't view marriage and children the same way he assumed most did, to him it was nothing more than a formal agreement, for the purpose of solidifying treaties and securing a bloodline. And he knew Sekhmet would not allow anyone unworthy to carry his genetics, at least he had her to determine such things. But the burden of being the last of his line was heavy on his shoulders. 

"I see" he finally rumbled. "Then this will have to do for now, " a reluctant compliance, which he wasn't known for, but too much else weighed down his thoughts now. The man shifted then, turning his focus onto the open terrain "Come then, " his deep rumble rolled through his chest. "Let's find a place to set up camp " he walked ahead, surveying the land as they moved, in search for at least a temporary place to rest. 

-exit-

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