her face is screwed towards the sun. in great contentment, her eyes are shut, saving them from evaporation.

the words of the not-goat reverberate through her ears. never reaching the mind. she sighs.

the bite rips her peace apart. she hollers as she is lifted from the sands.

plague magics at work - tranquilized, spasms are her only resistance. loosening the grip, but it does not assure her escape even if dropped.

the nameless beast hoots quietly.

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asdfgh the video??

could absolutely not picture anything else when i realized he was gonna pick her up and needed to share LOL

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He felt the draw which consumed her, to stay here and bask. He was Nakhtmin! He could bear any heat!

But he recalled the warning he had been given, and placed trust in those who knew the gods better. He was Nakhtmin! He was disciplined!

He could not say the same for the baboon. Staggering atop the dune, he let her feet touch the ground in an attempt to readjust his grip on her, and let out an irritable snort.

weakly, she resists, but the round meat between her neck and shoulder is snug within the diastema. foreteeth dig into the flat beneath her collarbone, and back beneath the second rib. friction and pressure would eventually rub divots in the flesh.

painful, but she does not feel it. whenever the beast's head dips, she finds solace in her feet grazing the sand. toes clutch at it, gather it tightly. the grains spill out as she sways, carried off west.

she thinks only of how, for the first time in what to her is an hour, she is at peace and comfort.

the heat engulfing her ears and face is a mother's hug.

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i love nakhtmin so friggin much!! also, wanna skip to where they're at the edge of the area/outside plague zone ((but still counts as bwp for points)) or d'y want a new thread? i'd like to have inno try and drag herself back into the desert when they try to leave, but we can just ref that instead of playing it out :3