There is some semblance of relaxation for a moment as his words were spoken it did not seem he was inclined to argue much on such a thing, however, his response still seeded such frustration. Was it so hard to be in possession of this soul if he craved it so much should he not have taken it by force? She couldn’t understand the laws of binding fully but she knew how strong they could be. Ultimately she was doing her best to look out for his interests as a friend of sorts. It was better to be by his teeth if something should happen to the soul. At least there would be some sense of closure that she lacked so long ago, perhaps even now, though it had been somewhat buried with her return. Even with her home returned and past laid to rest could she every truly let it go? When he asked of her soul, the answer was easily turned into no, she could not. She couldn’t even acknowledge what he spoke of her pack.

Gnashing her teeth she growled low before speaking; “Yes. I was too. I grew. Adapted and evolved.” The moment she lowered herself the be kind was a memory she couldn’t forget and she despised every breath for it. She had tried but she could not be something she was never meant to be. So with his death, Thoth gave her seclusion, gave her rage and pain. Gave her a pact with death and lead her to the deep. His death had given her to the world. Reflecting she had begun to wonder if she should start returning the world some sense of justice. Maybe she had begun to lose purpose and become complacent. Maybe his questioning should be something the woman was grateful for but as he spoke once again, all potential gratitude fell away. The was a darkness that engulfed her and she could feel her sane nature slipping beneath the surface giving rise to a darker power.

The words of her soul had only responded to by her gaze of pained fury. It is when the Apep speaks of tasting her soul her opalescent eyes find themselves glazed over Sekhmet’s withdrawn and selective nature pealed back to something far more primal and deadly. A sadistic look crossed her face as a snarl rose from her chest pressing deeper into the reclining males personal space, drawn teeth aching for flesh. “I will hunt for your little bitch and rip her body into pieces. I will shatter your soul and watch you crumble at my paws like a worthless whelp. I will lap at your pain and anguish and taste every drop. You will learn of this pain or you will watch your foolish tongue. You know nothing of Thoth nor of never even finding his body. Much less a killer to avenge him. You don’t know the sting of youth that made such pain all the worse. Keep testing me snake and nothing will stop me from hunting your soul and leaving it within a pool of blood.” Her anger-driven words may be no more than a mess of gibberish to the Apep but the threat was very real. Her jaws remained parted as she snapped at his cheek her actions restrained by a mere strand the wrong reaction would easily set her off now.

A deep growl rumbled in the depth her chest, obviously given the outburst she gave no regard to who knew of their presence now. She wasn’t given back to a lacking nature with such gnawing burning within her flesh. Rolling her shoulders, Sekhmet never backed away from the males space as she forced herself to speak the common tongue once more. “Souls. Show you pain. Taste it in your blood.” The woman was no longer the friend he knew, not in these moments. She was just raw - hot hatred and rage melded together by pain. Little was left to hold her actions now, while the sane part of her wouldn’t act so recklessly towards an ally there was an insatiable emptiness that ravaged her with every heavy breath. Friend or foe didn’t matter, the wise wolf would give her space and not interfere. The Apep would do best not to entertain her in such an enraged state, poison and power, together it could be beautiful. Turned against one another it would nullify them and could end them both. “Speak of my dead no more.” This was her warning of finality.

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