Kicks sand at the goddess and then flips her off. - Bakura c':
Oh, it seemed the little Gremlin chose a good day to die.
Without speaking, the Goddess raised her hand to grip at the boy's scalp. Fingernails digging into the skin to make him bleed, strands of silver intertwined around her fingers. It didn't take the Goddess too long before she applied her strength to force the other's face into the ground, pleased to hear the sound of bones cracking under the force and pressure.
Even then, it did not stop her from raising his head off the ground by his hair and once again smashing it back onto the stone.
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How much for the sweet cookie cooch?
Dial up noises. We're sorry, the Goddess has left the mortal plane.
Do not leave a message.
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My hitting on you wasn't curious. Forgive me. Allow me to amend that with a question: WHAT IS YOUR CUP SIZE? You got them big mommy milkers?
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20 + 8 is 28 but you + me is a good fucking time, so c'mon, baby, let's dance~!
"I'm afraid I will need you to leave."
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Sometimes she truly does wonder if these brats are worth the trouble. This should be Horus' job to deal with.
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Archetype Inspirations | Desert Witch
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“Where is my wife..I demand the love of my life.”
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Never was the Goddess too far away. For when she was called upon, Isis would always appear, Oiris was no exception, for the man knew her affection and granted her the miracle of their blood. "You called, my dear?"
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"Isis!" Heba ran to the goddess, throwing his arms around her in a tight hug, before looking up at her. "Is it okay if I call you, um..." Here, he hesitated. "I mean, say no if it makes you uncomfortable, but... I would like to call you m-mother... or mama..." He hunched his shoulders, as if ready for a harsh refusal. "And mamas kiss their sons, right?" he pouted, obviously jealous of those who actually had mothers.
So suddenly did the Prince throw himself at the Goddess, taking her back in surprise as golden gems stared down at the little boy. Heba was so small, and yet, he knew how to tug at the right strings to earn Isis' attention almost instantaneously. "If that is what you wish," Never did she have any quarrels about Prince's and members of the royal family seeking her guidance, mostly because of her connection to Horus.
They were always looking for some sort of validation. Mortal and Gods alike.
Slowly, slim fingertips raked through the messy strands of hair to soothe the child's unnecessary worry. "A mother should always shower her children with love and affection." She agreed with a simple smile, leaning down to press the softest of kisses against the boy's forehead.
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From The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1606).
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"The royal family has been quiet lately. It seems ominous."
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❤ ((from Heba!))
Why Isis loves you.
"His natural tendencies for causing mischief despite the Pharaoh and those who work alongside him have always been a decent form of entertainment. A troublesome brat but it is clear he has a good heart and intentions, most of the time."
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