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Sakhmet did not slow her ambition to snatch eat bite of grass as quickly as she could. She tore the stalks as if she were trying to tear flesh. But for a brief moment, she let her two toned eyes close. To drift back into memory when everything wasn’t so broken. When her heart beat with such fullness, and her only worry was of her status. It had been a precious time that the grey mare had taken for granted. If only she could go back, to do things differently. Perhaps to linger just a little longer in her Beloved’s embrace. To admire her just one more time before the setting sun striped them of it’s light. To drink in her wonderful scent. Always mixed with the sands and wild winds of their home, paired with the softer feminine smell she had come to crave.


It was as if memory conjured such a scent, as suddenly it filled her nose. Frowning, Sakhmet was hesitant to open her eyes. But when she finally did, raising her head from the grass, she was shocked to see the midnight enchantress only a few strides away. Despite the delicate way her name fell from Eness’ lips, Sakhmet could still hear it. Still feel a shiver threaten to crawl its way up her spine. How she longed for such a day to see her Beloved return to her like this. Not half drown, or weakened by the experience. But with the same longing and pain in her eyes that reflected in Sakhmet’s, telling her that the feelings she had were not one sided. But this was not true. Eness had given herself to another. Her loyalty with another. Pain rose up like a tidal wave until it came crashing down, consuming Sakhmet.


“No!” she screamed, her voice carrying across the open grassy area, but the grey mare hardly cared who heard or took witness. Eness was only a figment of her imagination. Conjured by grief and sorrow. She would have never left her husband’s side, nor her children. Raising up in a half rear, the mare brought herself down forcefully. Slamming her front hooves onto the dirt to stir dust around them. “You are not real! You are gone from me. Far away with that thief!” Sakhmet’s eyes showed the white rim as she lifted her chin defiantly, all the while tears streamed down her face once more. “Be gone devil! I know you are only here to torment me!”