Seer

The moving island that had been a constant on the horizon was shifting again, leaving, and as it left the ground shook and fissures appeared.

One, right on their doorstep.

Nephthys has watched it for over a week at this point, waiting for something hellish to spring out and attack the small pack. But it's only been shooting off lightning occasionally, sucking in water as tides rise and fall, always letting out an eerie blue light.

Safe, somewhat, another problem that was at a safe distance.

But something called to Nephthys, as she stared at it from her shores, something primal in her soul that ached and stretched and reached towards one of the gaping maws of Mythris. A calling, and urging of the world around her that she finally gave into that morning.

The air crackled around her as she stood at a safe enough distance, her hackles raised instinctively as she looked down. The look on her face was one of... excitement? Thirst? Fixation.

I feel divine she rumbled back as she reflexively leaned into him, tail up and lightly wagging as the sound of static came from the fissure. An odd crackling that she felt in her, through her, the calling even louder with him here.

They were connected.

Mind, Body, Soul.

Marry me her voice was deep, husky almost, as she pulled back enough to look him in his eyes, hard enough to catch the sliver she bit out only 7 months ago. It's wild how much banding together against an outside force (their mother) brought them even closer than before.

Right here, right now

Nephthys pressed back against him for the kiss, her tail wagging as the electricity felt like it was flowing between the pair of pharaohs, pulling back for a moment to howl an announcement to the island about the pair becoming married. A summons, though the Pharaoh would not wait for anyone to continue, before she returned to the kiss.

I take you, Vasili she breathed as she pulled back again, brushing under his chin and along his side, tail up and inviting. To be my husband. You've met each challenge I've given you to test your strength and more, my soul, my flame. Nephthys circled him, always touching. You've risen to each, as turbulent as it's been, matching me stride by stride. Venturing out when I could not, finding our first slave, finding our island, raising our children alongside me...staying The unmentioned mother implication was of course, strong. Reign had disappeared on Creole long before now in their marriage and child rearing, was a small part of Nephthys waiting to see if Vasili would follow suit despite his hatred of the black cloaked woman? and you've brought me gift after gift, even when i'm being a bitch about something the last part as said more in jest, a playful note to lighten the mood again.

And then at last, seductively as she leaned down in front of him, body positioned so the pair would be looking dangerously close to the abyss as they celebrated their union. Claim me, as your wife

She didn't care if anyone came to answer their call and watched them fuck, hell, she might make this a wedding tradition for future weddings when they were a true pack.

Skill: Ghost

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She went down to the beach to figure out what that giant thing sticking out of the sea was when she saw the shapes of Mama and Da... Doing something, she couldn't figure it out from so far away so she padded closer... And closer... And... EWWWWWW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDD!! She squealed, reeling backwards and scrambling her feet in the sand like a windmill. She fell over herself, her large body falling chin first into the sand as she tried to get away from the scene of love and conception as fast she possible could.

Her fuckin' eyes!

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