Meadow

she had not been pleased to hear that amunet had abandoned the life she had made; it was, after all, the same toxicity that their own parents had done. amduat could not stand idly by and watch it happen the first time, let along a second. it seemed that history was doomed to repeat itself in the generations of their bloodline; but she was determined to break the rotten cycle of maltreatment. she could no longer stand the venomous abuse that haunted her sister to be passed down, and so she had peeled herself away from her own newborn (in the care of her vulcan sisters, of course) and traveled to the meadow to find their missing child.

sahure. she would love him as her own.

but as they neared the meadow, amunet caught sight of an aging stallion descending upon a yearling. there are not many reasons for a man to be approaching a child, and although the girl herself looked to be teetering on the precipice of womanhood, she still had time to go before she could call herself one. amduat watched as her sister pressed herself into the space between them, her words cutting the air like a knife. she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise; primordial, protective, like a she-wolf surrounding her children. and so she did: circling both her sister and the yearling, flattening her ears and snaking her skull out to bare her teeth at the unknown stallion.

"crawl back to whatever shit hole you came from, brute, and there will be no trouble." the tilt of her voice feels dangerous.