04-20-2018, 10:38 PM
gods, goddesses, they were all the same. they conformed to no one's agenda but their own, they used those weaker than them for some form of sick entertainment. he hated them. with every fibre in his body he hated them and yet, without them, he wouldn't have been able to follow husani here, without them he would've died. he hated them, but, even after all the torture they'd put him through, were continuing to put him through, he owed them everything. it was a struggle in every way imaginable, to hate those you owed your life to, and yet, here he was. it was a curse. as though he were purposefully avoiding amunet, which, in all honesty, he certainly was. the pale jaguar's hazel hues flicked to the joiner, sadness locked behind the bright orbs, "cairos, welcome." his Egyptian accent was thick, his nerves on end due to amunet's presence.