forum Of Sand and Lightning, of Bones and Magic // private with circe!!

Started February 19, 2020 by @croccin-champagne

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@Dances_with_Shadows-might-be-demi biiiiitch. we here

Eyyyy

So we know each other's characters. You just want to jump right in? I can do the starter this time

ayyyy

do we want to bother with temps, or jump on in? you made the temp for kas, and mayet and lae already technically have them. i think carden's the only one who doesn't.

Mmmm, Carden has a vague temp, which is enough for me 'cause it's hitten 9:30—the time of lazi

that works perfectly, hell yeah

So you want me to start? I can describe the general sphinx homeland and set the scene

sure! im begging you not to make it the longest thing ever tho lmao cause i cant handle effort

ghfjgh I'll try

Khogar truly lived up to its name. Not one thing that existed in this wasteland of a realm was simple prey. Everything was a predator—it was only a matter of which predator stood at the top. Deserted, harsh, dead animals and plants littered the rolling hills of sands and rock of the sphinx tribe land. Vultures circled and glared. Hidden spots of quicksand, ravines, and sinkholes were left unmarked, traps for future food to be eaten by those blessed with flight. The gray and ominous skies yawned lazily, the gaping maws open to rumbling hurricanes, lightning attacks, and sandstorms. Mountains peppered the horizon but weren't capped with snow, the blistering heat too much for the snow to even consider settling here, even at high altitudes.

Once past that monstrosity, the sphinxes lie nestled between two towering mountains. Holes bored into the rock provided large nests and caves for shelter from the killer elements, large enough for the winged women-lionesses. Almost every place was accessible by flight, except the catacombs buried deep beneath one of the mountains. No one knew which mountain hid the winding tunnels, nor did they know what the mysterious bone-lined walls housed. Little did they know, a certain family was responsible for bearing the child who would one day return home and find the missing piece.

The creature that landed on the rocky out-cropping of a cave near the peak of one of the mountains was gorgeous. A giant, winged lion, with the torso of a human woman, that exuded power with every flap of it's wings. The Sphinx settled, a gust of wind and sand enveloping it before settling. Once it had, a woman was left in it's place, every bit as ethereal as the creature before her had been. The sun glinted off the gold adorning her, earrings and bangles and necklaces that stood out against the sheer skirt-like garment over what looked somewhat like a pair of white skin-tight shorts, and a matching top left to meet the sun. Tattoos the same sparkly gold were stark on her darker skin, just completing the gilded look.

Mayet was home.

Casting a glance around her landing spot, she slipped into the cave mouth, heading deep into the mountain.

It took her a while to find what she was looking for. A large, ornately carved door made of a white substance that could only be bone lay in front of her, a large bowl of sorts affixed to it in place of handles. All it took was a bit of her blood—the blood of a Sphinx of the Arafa tribe—and the doors were opened. To a room with nothing but a few words in her people's picture-glyphs.

Words that had her off again, on her way to the Titan realm.