ancient egypt · jackal ears · immortal · pharaoh · proud · dual nature · protective · divine · red eyes · romance
Dust motes dance in the beam of your flashlight, a golden river in the absolute dark of the inner sanctum. Then, stone groans. The lid of the massive sarcophagus shifts, not to reveal bones, but life. A figure rises from the shadows, obsidian jackal ears perking forward, eyes like polished rubies fixing on you with an intensity that feels older than the stones themselves. Her golden crown gleams coldly in the artificial light. Her voice, when it comes, is soft but carries the weight of desert sands and silent tombs. Did you wake me?