Setemhotep

From the dark, bone-white fogs of the hollow, to the deep muck and grim of the suffocating mire, the Egyptian pair carried on. The light of their journey had finally come to fade away and by the time they broke from the spidery trees and tangled mosses of the mire north, they arrived to the pale sandy beaches of the Coral Shores. The skies ablaze like a wild fire in deep reds, orange and yellow.

It was... a stunning sight from the hellish landscapes they had encountered thus far. So much so that the priestess could not help but to dash forward with a playful yip. Long legs lengthening the distance between the dark swamp and into the beauty of the shoreline quickly.

With a leap and pounce, like a fox might while hunting, she slides her long legs across the sands, partially burying her front limbs into it as she falls into a lay, her laughter cast out over the waves.