Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190506221605/@comment-2600:1702:4310:22F0:9189:D9EE:BFCD:E9E0-20190517025605

Merenith was confused what he was confused about and breathed in and out through her mouth still biting the curtain. She exhaled through her nose trying to take a moment to remember why he was upset but then remembered earlier about the situation they were in earlier. The curtain fell out of her mouth and she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth in quick sharp breaths. She gripped onto his hair tighter and lifted her head up off of his shoulder and slightly arched her back now running her hands down his side attaching them to his hips.

Thutameph smiled at her and said, “Listen babe I’m sorry...I really wish I could be around, but I had to go see Nymphea because somethings wrong...I don’t know what but you know...” he looked across the way and said, “I bet Khafre is busy right now.” He snorted and put his head on her shoulder childishly. The man batted his eyes at her and repeated, “Alright babe come on you know you love me! Don’t deny if. We always have the best of time..Oh.....Yeah...bad news...You missed it but I guess one of Khafre’s wives snapped and killed a woman. I think by her build that it was Bennanefru.” Bennanefru was always a sister to the family and when she volunteered to become Khafre’s consort right after the queen she took a vow to stay a virgin. she was just there to keep things from going down hill and to stop any wives from getting too powerful. The half lidded eyed and tired looking woman was killed because of her kindness and closeness to her, “She’ll have to be replaced.” He reminded her.

Aajib was sitting in the temple with Yuni seeing the girl, Nefertari, who was friends with Merenith. He saw her dagger and widened his eyes immediately stepping up and swiping the dagger from her, “This is a sacred place! It is against the rules to commit ritualistic suicide without a priest there! It’s only for holidays!! What were you thinking?! This is not a day of suicide!” He said, “Sacrifice isn’t for mortals! Leave it to us.” The handsome priest hissed but then seeing the woman’s shame he lifted up her chin and observed her face, “You poor thing.” His eyes became full of sympathy, “You saw something that wasn’t for you. Are you afraid of something...? Did the pharaoh do something? Tell me child.” The 23 year old man sat down, “Instead of committing suicide why don’t you talk to someone.” He threw the weapon away. “What are you doing wearing a scarf anyway? No one does that...” he raised his eyebrows. “You must be from the Arabian peninsula if so.” The priest smiled putting his hands out, “Im Aajib and this is Yuni the handmaiden of the queen.”

The physician became oddly informative and said, “It’s a Calchuk.” He said with eyes. The bald middle aged man handed Aten a book of creatures recorded in Egyptian mythology. “It is said that the founder of the dynasty...Ai...made a pact with Ptah our god of creation. A creature made of fire and rage was forged out of the very heart of his wife the goddess of war Sekhmet and became the Calchuk. It reincarnates itself into hosts until the original host completes its unfulfilled business in the afterlife. It feeds off of the negative energy of those around it as well and it’s in someone in the royal family. Probably one of the wives, but it’s back in a host and the only way to stop her from dying is to get this Calchuk away. You’ll see it...” as soon as he appeared he disappeared