Sekhmet paced in silence she didn’t understand what she was becoming and she needed an escape. Her mind cursed her from being soft and she gnashed her fangs. Disappearing, she moved quietly from the grasslands and soon vanishing into the tree line. The forest engulfed her with a dark cloak of cool in the heat of the summer. Her howl broke through the forest silencing the birds and wildlife if only for moments. Anger and hate lingered on her shoulders her opalescent glare falling on the direction blood tip paws drag her from. She needed to cleanse herself of the failures that the heart had brought her she would uproot those with a fools mind, she desired to rip fate from its place and stand above its gasping corpse. Life wouldn’t be wise to oppose her as death lingered with his blessing above her head, weapons of destruction that as the day grew to dusk she only grew more intent to use.
He calls was no longer to him but it did sing for her brother. She knew he lingered the pack she hadn’t looked for him and yet she looked for no one; she was too lost but her mind was beginning to find itself once more and now it wanted vengeance. It had taken from her destroyed what belonged to her and now she would be the judge, jury, and executioner. Something fractured in her that day and now death greeted her and walked by her side. He sang in her mind encouraging her to reap the failed, the flawed. Sekhmet was wise and knew she drew this illusion for her but she clung to it as the personification of her minds true desires. Fear, praise, obedience, and even mercy when compelled. Her heart reminds persistent never etched out keeping some level of peace within her. She teetered on the scales for her inner battle was just beginning and it was all the fought of fate and she would see her revenge. All would pay for her betrayal all but those she found worthy of her claim.
Black ears twisted as rustling made itself apparent; someone couldn’t resist her call. She was disappointed her brother didn’t heed her and yet death seemed to offer her a sacrifice to bide her time. Brown eyes peered into her opalescent ones. His light brown and black sprinkled body made its slow approach, his white-tipped tell hung naturally, and white dipped muzzle tilted to her in a curious manner. He offered her a bark and Sekhmet tilted her own head before offering the wave of her tail. This male was smaller than she, perhaps more agile or maybe just a year younger than she but she took advantage either way. Padding closely she extended her muzzle to rub against his in greeting and he did the same. She brushed her muzzle against his neck in almost an affection manner, yet before he could pull away her jaws snapped and locked tightly around his throat.
Brown eyes widened in shock claws grazed her flesh as she shook roughly. The male tried so desperately to pull her off before her massive paw swept his chest making him stagger but her jaws supported his upper torso. Using her size as gain she twisted her arm over his body dragging him to the ground. Cuts stung her chest but before he could swipe for her torso she ripped her head way. Fur and flesh hung from her jaws as blood pooled at her paws. She dropped the useless flesh before pressing a bloodied paw into the dead wolf's abdomen.