Her jaws crushed bones she didn’t even know who it was, she had never cared about who was caught between her jaws during a hunt. Nothing was truly satisfactory anymore. Not even the sound of rushing water soothed her frustration. She had met with Kweku once again, she had heard the cries of her little Apep in the south, yet she had nothing from Myrria or her siblings, even Atum. Nothing seemed to soothe the rage that boiled in her blood, death, and hate danced in her eyes like inseparable tango partners. She had found ease and warmth, maybe someone could call it happiness with Kweku and Myrria, comfort in her Apep but her soul was tattered and her pain reflected as furry if anything thing she had cursed the damned fates, if it were a possibility she would snap the force and unravel it all together, it was condemnation at it’s finest. What curse had befallen her to live such a life, to lose everything she held too close?

She looked down at the half-eaten, crumpled little grey and tan patched wolf rolling her shoulders a low growl escaping her as she took it by the right forepaw before dragging it into the river bank, Sekhmet didn’t even care to see the site of it any longer when it did nothing to satisfy her hunger. Grasping the paw once more snapping tightly she broke the bones before moving into the river. It would wash her scent off the body and she could wash the blood off of her pelt. Letting the paw go she watched it tumble and disappear down the river before she dipped her head beneath the surface holding herself there as she allowed the air escape her lungs, she could almost swear she felt him like a tangible presence before tossing her head up and gasping for air. Her muscles ached and nothing felt stable except the consistent ace and void that gnawed within her soul or rather lack thereof.

Sekhmet moved aimlessly away from the scene putting some distance between her and the bloody mess she left. Using the river for a short distance she brought herself back to she riverbank keeping to the grass in an attempt to cloak herself even further. Her body seemed heavier and her movement sluggish as she tried to meditate, find some peace until she came across a thicket of thorns. She remembered the trick her mother had used as a child but even now she was much too large for these tactics. Passing by, Sekhmet moved on to the next tree that was laid hollow with a space wide enough to pass through. She found herself closing her eyes if for no reason other than to remember her past, remember her home. Know that she seemed to be a creature made for the loss of those she held dear, even now she questioned if she would lose Kweku and Myrria, even her companion the Apep. Baring a tooth she tucked her throat and curled against the interior if the tree at least she had found someplace to grapple at peace for the time being.