She had known she had a shadow the moment she had left the numbers behind, though he did not intrude upon her thoughts nor privacy. Sakhmet wondered if she were actually a prisoner here, perhaps he was meant to stop her if she had gone too far? Just as she was about to turn and challenge him, the swift red brother draws nearer and finally speaks. At first, she tosses her head, letting her ears bury beneath her inky mane as her dual colored eyes flash with hostility. But he does not seem swayed by her display, continuing to try and find what else she might hold in her favor.


Fine, he wanted a race? Sakhmet would not hold back.


Muscles coiling beneath her sleek grey hide, Sakhmet launches herself at the blood colored man. But rather than slam her chest into him, she slips by, if only a breath away, to give into the temptation of a full out run. The feel of the sand giving beneath her hooves with each pounding beat, the wind that combed through her mane and lashed her tail behind her. Each inhale of the cool night air rather than the scorching breath of the day. Fear did not enter her heart of what each step might find upon the unknown terrain, giving her the power to fully let herself soar over the sands darkened by the raven colored sky. Rising over each dune, she daringly cascaded the steep depths as quickly until she comes to the shore. Altering her direction only slightly to remain parallel to the crashing water’s, the packed wet earth allows her to find better purchase and with another inhale of Amun’s blessing, Sakhmet puts on a whole new speed and revels in the power she can feel coursing through her veins and lungs.