User blog:WendigoLamet/Sekhmet's Victim

The moon slipped through the pillars of the sandstone palace in the deep of night...no stars out just the moon illuminating a soft yet bright light onto the floor enough to show the glazing sweat on a man's body form into droplets descending onto the floor below. He ran back making pounding noises with each footstep..and to match it his paced breathing. Deep huffs with the occasional grunt of discomfort from a fleshy wound that had stuck his side. A sliced gash right across his abdomen piercing the flesh showing the ruby red liquid pouring out. His hand covered the wound trying to put pressure on it to keep the soaking liquid inside, but with each movement the wound contorted making a surge of heat run through his body. Pain. A recognized feeling that is administered by the brain in a feeling of discomfort...Behind him light footsteps walking at a slower pace. The soft giggling from the female form behind him made his eyes contract and blood vessels tighten with fear at how....unreal she looked. This man was a servant that had walked into something he wasn't supposed to and the one pursuing him...the princess whom he served. She was taunting him..Clanging the silver metal of the khopesh on the sandstone pillars in rhythmized beats almost as if to poke fun at his running. And as soon as he saw a doorway he made a sharp turn into a dark room. The tension in the air could be cut like a knife as the clanging of pure silver metal got closer and closer.....