The dust had settled and in the end, fate had bowed, she was home. A curt glance and lifted fang had been directed to Arturio. “You will be hunted. Be healed and go. You have time before he comes. If he fails, I will come for you.” Her hatred for the male who challenged her life had not vanished; some could question her decision for mercy and yet, there was more to her than met the eye. She knew vaguely of Throne’s interest in the white male and while she would offer his direction when he left and who accompanied him, but she would not hold anyone hostage. The games were best left to Set and his snares. What could she gain from the Apep? She had taken what she longed for most and for this moment the hunger felt for years was sated; no matter how brief it would last she felt pleased.
A soft breeze tousled her fur; her muscles rippled sending a fresh jolt of pain down her injured limb. She gnashed her teeth but held her head high keeping an eye on the while pelted beast before speaking once more even if he had stopped paying her mind “Don’t worry for them. Those who stay are home. No harm will come to them.” This was her promise to the ones that followed her. The dark-hearted beasts and the ones who just desired to call the plains home she would not require so much subjectivity as another might. She would allow them the ability to flourish and grow in their own right, the darkness was theirs and they could feast from it and grow fat with power. “Shall I call someone?” Sekhmet’s full attention had returned to Arturio; she may be victorious but for now, this was the matter at hand.