Sekhmet lifted her opalescent gaze and a deep growl rippled through her chest. The familiarity couldn’t have been any clearer as memory dragged her back to that day. A day where all she held dear had been broken and crushed. Teeth bathed in blood rarely remained pristine but as her jaws parted and snapped shut only to be barred again if one was clever enough and could see past the veil of this world they would see blood dripping as opposed to the saliva that coated each fang making it glisten. Powerful strides pulled her closer to the woman that stood before her. It didn’t feel of the deep but it didn’t feel of light either. Her face turned from a silent snarl to a clear one. What had the beast done she was there that day. Nothing could deny that not even the smallest bone in her body.

In a way, she embodied death without the visual need of the entity and yet with the very presence she perhaps could be felt as such a being. “You. What are you?” Her teeth were tense and muscles coiled her body ached to lunge forward and crush any light from the woman before her and yet her bodice was held still like a dog attempting to snap it's on the chain. His memory felt like white-hot fangs in her throat as she snapped violently her mind indecisive on attacking this wolf before her. She was enraged and yet every memory like fangs in her own flesh kept her from lunging but never from preparing for an attack. Sekhmet was confused and angry perhaps more deeply injured but never physically.

Claws dug into the earth her snarl once more silence as she backed off and widened her angel on the woman. “You took him. He was mine. I was his.” She barked sharply, accusingly, muscles coiled to lunge again but left standing still shaking in fury. Perhaps if her gaze had the power of death everything around her would have been turned to ashes. The pain she felt was overwhelming but so was the power that surged behind every wave. Sekhmet couldn’t say why her teeth hadn’t aimed for flesh or why the strange woman was being spared for even a moment. Was it the deep or her own that kept the strange being alive. A deep sense of betrayal and anguish was being replaced by rage and hatred the woman would be wise to speak while Sekhmet could be held back.