"I am she of the Red Claws, and you shall worship me."
The whisper brought her eyes to open. Burning egyptian suns saturated by blood cast hue.
The fire gold slithered in her eyes, strands as burning asps to distort the vision of all that she saw.
Only a few suns had passed the horizon and the imprint, the heat lines of that which was weighed in scales and heartbeats grew to a warmth that she would bask in.
Radiate through with the smolder of passion, the burn of a caged inferno.
No longer was she just the spark in the dark. The Nature Force had acknowledged that....but she was no killer. Not to a stranger, not without purpose.
Sanskrit wards written on an Egyptian's flesh. A warning. Not heeded.
The heartbeats taken by a Nature Force.
She could hear them.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
The Sacred Flame had awakened within. Ignited to the quick.
The Fire Born and Collector perhaps had seen it well.
Sefu.
His name. The thought of him bore a wildfire and chaos within her. Heat waves of desert mirages fleeting and writhing in confusion.
Something in her spirit burned for him.
Deja vu but he was of Egypt
She only burned as it's sun.
They called her Crobh Dearg and it was all she knew.
Reap and Sow in the blood sun of the Harvest.
Worship her" No....
Ignore her" A poor choice.
The fires would not be contained....and she, she would burn with them.
The whisper brought her eyes to open. Burning egyptian suns saturated by blood cast hue.
The fire gold slithered in her eyes, strands as burning asps to distort the vision of all that she saw.
Only a few suns had passed the horizon and the imprint, the heat lines of that which was weighed in scales and heartbeats grew to a warmth that she would bask in.
Radiate through with the smolder of passion, the burn of a caged inferno.
No longer was she just the spark in the dark. The Nature Force had acknowledged that....but she was no killer. Not to a stranger, not without purpose.
Sanskrit wards written on an Egyptian's flesh. A warning. Not heeded.
The heartbeats taken by a Nature Force.
She could hear them.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
The Sacred Flame had awakened within. Ignited to the quick.
The Fire Born and Collector perhaps had seen it well.
Sefu.
His name. The thought of him bore a wildfire and chaos within her. Heat waves of desert mirages fleeting and writhing in confusion.
Something in her spirit burned for him.
Deja vu but he was of Egypt
She only burned as it's sun.
They called her Crobh Dearg and it was all she knew.
Reap and Sow in the blood sun of the Harvest.
Worship her" No....
Ignore her" A poor choice.
The fires would not be contained....and she, she would burn with them.