Clouds streaked down from the sky so very strangely. It did not rain much in the desert, so such strange phenomenon was at an even higher rarity in her life. Not to mention, her first life only extending a few measely years.

She watched with young curious eyes. Darkness would decend and the clouds would glow and stretch out to the ground until they began to take form. Strange and unnatural forms (all of this was unnatural in all honestly) until they strode along the same earth as she did now.

Were they akh? Or something more nefarious like the hatayw, sent upon them by Sakhmet her very self, for their failure to cleanse the land meant to be the god's temple?

الإلهة سخمت، عين رع، نافخة النار، ارحمي اللي بيحبوكي وبيعبدوكي. (Goddess Sahkmet, eye of Ra, breather of fire, have mercy upon those who love you, who adore you.) The priestess trembles, pleading, front half falling to the ground as forlegs slid forward. Her muzzle tucked and crown of her head pressed to the earth.

Sahkmet had the ability to bring plagues, yet also to heal disease and sickness just the same. Her rage boundless, having nearly ended all of humanity once before. Would she do this again? What amount of drink would quench her thirst this time around?