Post by Skye Spyder on Aug 13, 2015 15:16:20 GMT -5
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Black. Everything, all around. The light he represented extinguished as if a candle burned down past the wick.
Then the spinning began. A loud rushing of air in his ears. The blackness shifted about him like a serpent hell bent on squeezing the life out of him. Turning, spiraling, pitching to and fro in the eternal night; he must have passed out.
Coming awake he found every muscle to ache terribly, head and heart pounding, the light piercing through his lids too bright.
Groaning he pushed himself up, peeking through his lashes at the odd shaped lump beneath him. Blinking a few times he realized he was staring down at none other than Apep. Throwing himself back and away with a sound of disgust he felt his lip curl into a sneer. Last thing he wanted to do was wake up with his would be murderer glaring daggers into his soul.
Though Apep was, no doubt contemplating his demise, Ra noticed he was just as disoriented. Looking around the grass and sand he found others had joined them. All the others. Isis, Osiris, Mut, Nut, Set, Anubis, Sobek... Ptah and Nephthys tangled together in a heap with a dazed Horus sprawled on top the two. And still others.
Drawing his brows down in confusion he swung his head to the side where an unfamiliar accent muttered a curse. He found oddly dressed men and women. None of them familiar to him in their odd furs and dress and.... beards. He did however hear a few Roman voices he recognized from the conjoined temples Alexander (the Great) had made. They too were picking themselves off the ground as he was. Greeks as well. And still others he did not recognize.
Standing he found each to be human. Looking down at himself in panic he looked over himself and found he was no exception. Each face he saw as the others rose from the ground seemed as shocked and confused as he. How had this happened? Where were they?
The sun shone high and mighty in the sky, a breeze billowed past catching his kaftan. They seemed to be in a valley. Surrounded on all sides by high walls of which housing units were built. His eyes were drawn, as if by instinct, to one with the distantly familiar architecture of the old dynasties. It was a beautiful and painful sight to behold.
Tearing his eyes away he inspected each other dwelling settled above the crater they'd been herded into like cattle. One he knew to surely be Roman. Another had to be Greek as it was so similar to the Roman dwelling. The others he did not know. Perhaps it belonged to the gods that inhabited the north? Some pricked his memory as familiar, others he was at a loss with.
Hathor came to his side, touching his arm. The shock in her eyes was all that was revealed to him as they shone brightly from under her niquab. Ra brought his daughter close to himself, wary of the other gods present.
Isis was the second to approach him, glaring daggers into his being just as Apep had. He'd had more than enough of her over the centuries. The woman was a curse if nothing else.
"This is your fault isn't it?! This never would have happened if my son-"
He cut her off from this rant before she could really begin to fillet him. "Horus has had his far share. I do not know what has become of us."
Black. Everything, all around. The light he represented extinguished as if a candle burned down past the wick.
Then the spinning began. A loud rushing of air in his ears. The blackness shifted about him like a serpent hell bent on squeezing the life out of him. Turning, spiraling, pitching to and fro in the eternal night; he must have passed out.
Coming awake he found every muscle to ache terribly, head and heart pounding, the light piercing through his lids too bright.
Groaning he pushed himself up, peeking through his lashes at the odd shaped lump beneath him. Blinking a few times he realized he was staring down at none other than Apep. Throwing himself back and away with a sound of disgust he felt his lip curl into a sneer. Last thing he wanted to do was wake up with his would be murderer glaring daggers into his soul.
Though Apep was, no doubt contemplating his demise, Ra noticed he was just as disoriented. Looking around the grass and sand he found others had joined them. All the others. Isis, Osiris, Mut, Nut, Set, Anubis, Sobek... Ptah and Nephthys tangled together in a heap with a dazed Horus sprawled on top the two. And still others.
Drawing his brows down in confusion he swung his head to the side where an unfamiliar accent muttered a curse. He found oddly dressed men and women. None of them familiar to him in their odd furs and dress and.... beards. He did however hear a few Roman voices he recognized from the conjoined temples Alexander (the Great) had made. They too were picking themselves off the ground as he was. Greeks as well. And still others he did not recognize.
Standing he found each to be human. Looking down at himself in panic he looked over himself and found he was no exception. Each face he saw as the others rose from the ground seemed as shocked and confused as he. How had this happened? Where were they?
The sun shone high and mighty in the sky, a breeze billowed past catching his kaftan. They seemed to be in a valley. Surrounded on all sides by high walls of which housing units were built. His eyes were drawn, as if by instinct, to one with the distantly familiar architecture of the old dynasties. It was a beautiful and painful sight to behold.
Tearing his eyes away he inspected each other dwelling settled above the crater they'd been herded into like cattle. One he knew to surely be Roman. Another had to be Greek as it was so similar to the Roman dwelling. The others he did not know. Perhaps it belonged to the gods that inhabited the north? Some pricked his memory as familiar, others he was at a loss with.
Hathor came to his side, touching his arm. The shock in her eyes was all that was revealed to him as they shone brightly from under her niquab. Ra brought his daughter close to himself, wary of the other gods present.
Isis was the second to approach him, glaring daggers into his being just as Apep had. He'd had more than enough of her over the centuries. The woman was a curse if nothing else.
"This is your fault isn't it?! This never would have happened if my son-"
He cut her off from this rant before she could really begin to fillet him. "Horus has had his far share. I do not know what has become of us."