See trail of tears.
The Faith of Amun Ra
The Styxx....
Beautiful..... the golden eddies flowing with the faintest of reddened hues.
"I missed you Satet-ka...why did you leave us?" said the fair skinned beauty cradling his broken body.
The sky was bluer then he had remembered it. The heat rising from the desert danced playfully with the palms mirrored upon the waters edge.
It was not the seagull picking at his ear that had awoken me. It was not the gnashing of bone against bone in his side that brought me back. At first it was simply the distinct smell of the Styx. How can one describe the smell of this the oldest of mothers veins? Something like a decaying honeycomb....sweet...musky...giving everything and yet surrendering to the lust life has for all that Set creates. Ambrosia....mana of Set himself/
Reed of Shadows
Driven from their homes by a mysterious plague the serpents set out on an arduous journey to the lost city of Xu'Set. Rumors of faithful Setites who believed in Stygias rise to power filled the aging prophet with hope. Driving his people through the dangers of Keshetta to their new home the men and women of Sepermeru were met with suspicion and coldness by their new hosts. Quarintined in the city of Nakeset they now stand on a dangerous diplomatic precipice. There is no margin for error....no place to go. their numbers continue to dwindle as the faithless flee for Khemi and and even northern lands.
As they await their medical examination a darkness lurks in the reeds.
((no rez pads...no ooc in say....other then that anything goes))
