FA+
Shop
778
Views
Views
3
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50
File Size 44.8 kB
Report this content
More from roadrodent
Listed in Folders
Had to take my van in to get worked on a couple days ago and while waiting for it to get done my Muse "chomped" on this one's bushy tail some and tapped out this short story involving Mike Curtis's two fem character, Sissy and Missy, in old Egypt.
See what you think.
Other stories are:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2885017/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3156863/
Sissy and Missy are copyright of
shandafa Mike Curtis and used with his permission.
Story is my copyright.
“Seas”
“…and in 2002 the Egyptian government consented to allowing complete CAT scans done of Pharaoh Tutankhamun and his two Queens, Banafritirisi* and Woseritirisi**. Even their body organs, removed when they were mummified, were allowed to by scanned. These scans were incredibly detailed, providing a wealth of new information about the physical states of the three Royals.”
The museum guide, dressed in semiformal ancient Egyptian garb, looked over the tour group and was pleased to see that she had the undivided attention of nearly all of them.
“The advancements in computer processing and power since then have gone on to enhance and bring out even more details from those scans. So much so that researchers have not only confirmed Queen Woseritirisi’s six battle wounds but have gone to the point of identifying the weapon that inflicted each wound and even that weapon’s dimensions!”
She saw a hand go up and nodded to its owner to proceed.
“Didn’t all of that also confirm that neither of the Queens were from Egypt; that they were, as the Legend said, truly from some place afar?” asked the otter woman.
“They heightened the suspicion but didn’t truly confirm it. That came later, in 2010, when the Egyptian government and the priesthood allowed very minute skin samples to be taken from the three for DNA testing. It was those tests confirmed that the Pharaoh was of Egyptian origin but, as many suspected, that both Queens were not,” answered the jackal woman.
Several hands shot up and the guide pointed her hand to a geeky looking rabbit.
“Do they have any real idea where they did come from?” he asked.
“From the data gained, and this has been rechecked a few times, their root origin has been traced back to somewhere in northwestern Europe, perhaps even from the British Isles, though…”
The guide favored her audience a comically pained expression.
“…there are many who contest that possibility, and not only in Egypt!” she finished.
After the chuckling had died down she pointed out a koala male next.
“Ma-am, there is a…theory…”
The guide steeled herself for what she knew was coming.
“…that the Queens may have come from the Americas, most likely the northern continental area,” he said.
“True, there is that, along with many other equally…wild theories. The problem is that, at the time, 33 centuries ago, the North American continent was populated by peoples descended from migrants from Central Asia with a smattering of people from the Pacific Island areas. And their DNA is not compatible with that of neither Banafritirisi nor Woseritirisi.”
She rushed on to, hopefully, forestall any more wild talk.
“It is understandable that with the mystery of the Queens’ origin, the Legend of Isis delivering them to the Pharaoh notwithstanding, and the present day data that all of this does bring forth much speculation, both the thoughtful and the wild eyed. It is ironic that despite all of the high powered sciences of our time that these two women manage to remain such an intriguing enigma.”
She indicated a rabbit doe.
“Miss, the Queens wrote extensive journals, did they not?” she asked.
“Indeed they did!” was the reply.
“Isn’t there something, anything, in any of them that gives even a hint as to where they may have actually come from?”
The guide suppressed the smile that tried to come to her face. In truth, she dearly enjoyed what she was about to do next.
“There is one tablet that does say something on that issue. In fact,…”
The group watched, and turned to follow, as she moved to one display case, stopped beside it, and then turned to face them once more.
“…that tablet is right here, in this display. It was scribed by Queen Banafritirisi.”
The lady paused for effect, and to compose herself.
“I do warn you that, like so many things about the Queens, it raises more questions than it answers.”
With that, she closed her eyes and began.
“’Across two great Seas have I and my Sister come; one of water towards the setting Sun. This we could sail, but in Vain, for the second Sea is truly vast and without end and this one we cannot sail again in this Life. So my Sister and I dwell in the Land of Egypt, at the service of the Gods and Goddesses and its Peoples. But, in times of quiet and in dreams we remember those family and friends that we once knew in that place now Forever lost to Us, that place we once called Home.’,” the canid woman intoned.
The words evoked a feeling of lost loneliness in many of the listeners, so strong in a number of them that they felt that odd prickly sensation at the corners of their eyes that “said” that tears were forming there. The people standing closest to the guide saw the thin streams of tears leaking from the corners of her still closed eyes and a few of them were doing the same themselves.
Ancient Egypt, Palace of the Pharaoh;
Blinking away most of the tears that flowed freely from her eyes the seated spaniel woman, Missy, aka Queen Banafritirisi, set down the clay tablet she had just finished inscribing and then pressed her left thumbprint into the upper left corner of the still soft clay (it would be fired into hardness later in the day). This position, and the use of her left side thumb, indicated that the writing was very much from her heart. She was aware of the pair of arms that were around her, resting across the fronts of her shoulders and upper chest. They belonged to her closest friend, her “Sister”, a poodle woman named Sissy, aka Queen Woseritirisi. The tears ran from Sissy’s eyes as freely as her friend’s, as freely as those of that future guide.
“That’s a keeper!” the poodle woman said in a soft, chocked, voice.
*The name means “Beautiful Soul Fashioned by Isis”
**The name means “Mighty Woman Fashioned by Isis”
See what you think.
Other stories are:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2885017/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3156863/
Sissy and Missy are copyright of
shandafa Mike Curtis and used with his permission.Story is my copyright.
“Seas”
“…and in 2002 the Egyptian government consented to allowing complete CAT scans done of Pharaoh Tutankhamun and his two Queens, Banafritirisi* and Woseritirisi**. Even their body organs, removed when they were mummified, were allowed to by scanned. These scans were incredibly detailed, providing a wealth of new information about the physical states of the three Royals.”
The museum guide, dressed in semiformal ancient Egyptian garb, looked over the tour group and was pleased to see that she had the undivided attention of nearly all of them.
“The advancements in computer processing and power since then have gone on to enhance and bring out even more details from those scans. So much so that researchers have not only confirmed Queen Woseritirisi’s six battle wounds but have gone to the point of identifying the weapon that inflicted each wound and even that weapon’s dimensions!”
She saw a hand go up and nodded to its owner to proceed.
“Didn’t all of that also confirm that neither of the Queens were from Egypt; that they were, as the Legend said, truly from some place afar?” asked the otter woman.
“They heightened the suspicion but didn’t truly confirm it. That came later, in 2010, when the Egyptian government and the priesthood allowed very minute skin samples to be taken from the three for DNA testing. It was those tests confirmed that the Pharaoh was of Egyptian origin but, as many suspected, that both Queens were not,” answered the jackal woman.
Several hands shot up and the guide pointed her hand to a geeky looking rabbit.
“Do they have any real idea where they did come from?” he asked.
“From the data gained, and this has been rechecked a few times, their root origin has been traced back to somewhere in northwestern Europe, perhaps even from the British Isles, though…”
The guide favored her audience a comically pained expression.
“…there are many who contest that possibility, and not only in Egypt!” she finished.
After the chuckling had died down she pointed out a koala male next.
“Ma-am, there is a…theory…”
The guide steeled herself for what she knew was coming.
“…that the Queens may have come from the Americas, most likely the northern continental area,” he said.
“True, there is that, along with many other equally…wild theories. The problem is that, at the time, 33 centuries ago, the North American continent was populated by peoples descended from migrants from Central Asia with a smattering of people from the Pacific Island areas. And their DNA is not compatible with that of neither Banafritirisi nor Woseritirisi.”
She rushed on to, hopefully, forestall any more wild talk.
“It is understandable that with the mystery of the Queens’ origin, the Legend of Isis delivering them to the Pharaoh notwithstanding, and the present day data that all of this does bring forth much speculation, both the thoughtful and the wild eyed. It is ironic that despite all of the high powered sciences of our time that these two women manage to remain such an intriguing enigma.”
She indicated a rabbit doe.
“Miss, the Queens wrote extensive journals, did they not?” she asked.
“Indeed they did!” was the reply.
“Isn’t there something, anything, in any of them that gives even a hint as to where they may have actually come from?”
The guide suppressed the smile that tried to come to her face. In truth, she dearly enjoyed what she was about to do next.
“There is one tablet that does say something on that issue. In fact,…”
The group watched, and turned to follow, as she moved to one display case, stopped beside it, and then turned to face them once more.
“…that tablet is right here, in this display. It was scribed by Queen Banafritirisi.”
The lady paused for effect, and to compose herself.
“I do warn you that, like so many things about the Queens, it raises more questions than it answers.”
With that, she closed her eyes and began.
“’Across two great Seas have I and my Sister come; one of water towards the setting Sun. This we could sail, but in Vain, for the second Sea is truly vast and without end and this one we cannot sail again in this Life. So my Sister and I dwell in the Land of Egypt, at the service of the Gods and Goddesses and its Peoples. But, in times of quiet and in dreams we remember those family and friends that we once knew in that place now Forever lost to Us, that place we once called Home.’,” the canid woman intoned.
The words evoked a feeling of lost loneliness in many of the listeners, so strong in a number of them that they felt that odd prickly sensation at the corners of their eyes that “said” that tears were forming there. The people standing closest to the guide saw the thin streams of tears leaking from the corners of her still closed eyes and a few of them were doing the same themselves.
Ancient Egypt, Palace of the Pharaoh;
Blinking away most of the tears that flowed freely from her eyes the seated spaniel woman, Missy, aka Queen Banafritirisi, set down the clay tablet she had just finished inscribing and then pressed her left thumbprint into the upper left corner of the still soft clay (it would be fired into hardness later in the day). This position, and the use of her left side thumb, indicated that the writing was very much from her heart. She was aware of the pair of arms that were around her, resting across the fronts of her shoulders and upper chest. They belonged to her closest friend, her “Sister”, a poodle woman named Sissy, aka Queen Woseritirisi. The tears ran from Sissy’s eyes as freely as her friend’s, as freely as those of that future guide.
“That’s a keeper!” the poodle woman said in a soft, chocked, voice.
*The name means “Beautiful Soul Fashioned by Isis”
**The name means “Mighty Woman Fashioned by Isis”
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 44.8 kB
Comments