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'part one to a sweet little series gifted from muh boo 
of her ancient goddess running into my present day jackal, wonder how this will play out? :o
story by her and
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It was an overwhelming feeling, this warmth from the new, ancient sun on her short fur as she breathed deeply taking in the smells of the new world. She opened her sapphire eye,s narrowing them behind the thick, long lashes that adorned them as the sun glared down on her. The air crisp. New. Unfamiliar.
There were so many people—or whatever the thing she become was called—but none among the masses took notice of her. Even stranger, no one seemed to notice the large hole that had appeared in the sands, exposing the hidden temple from which she rose, like a phoenix from the ashes. This is most peculiar… she thought to herself, taking notice of a small group walking away from her and toward a great stepped pyramid. Ahh, Djoser her thoughts flitting to the ancient King, a great pharaoh that she was particularly fond of. His teachings had made him a favorite of hers, so much knowledge and skill passed to others in his time. She smiled, hoping that his resting place had fared better than her own, but out of respect to him, she would never enter such sacred domain.
Behind her she could hear the shouts and callings of the people, they had finally taken notice of the freshly exposed temple that had been freed from the sands of time. The hound smirked to herself, her tall ears twitching as her tail wagged behind her. Amused at their bewilderment. What would they do? What would they make of fresh paw prints in the sands leaving the temple with none leading into it? she mused silently. Would they… her thoughts we cut down as she noticed these people… they were going inside the pyramids.
“W-what…” the words stumbled out of her mouth, her paws refused to moved even an inch towards the Great King's resting place. But she saw...oh by the mighty eye of Ra she saw them in droves swarm into the tombs, saw children running and screaming..and playing in the sacred area. She took a step back and then another as her ears flattened against her pale, shining white hair, she was so taken aback by the scene, feeling such horror that she didn't notice the large male canine behind her until she ran into him as she back stepped.
Angry and flustered she turned around. Blue eyes sharp and glinting with irritation and confusion as she looked up towards the latest obstacle before her. The confusion she felt quickly gave way to a much different feeling, one of desire. The male—a golden colored jackal by his appearance—had reached out to steady her, his large paws braced upon her shoulders. His eyes,narrowed with concern and a bit of skepticism as he looked at her. Her clothing… while clean and intricately stitched, was one of what the ancients would wear, whereas he wore… something she couldn’t quite describe. Something the rest of the people here seemed to be wearing similarly. While she herself, definitely did not fit in that regard at all. “Ex...excuse me” the words left her muzzle breathlessly as the reason for her resurrection made itself painfully aware in that very moment, looking at him. But her desire was at war now with the returning feeling of confusion and irritation she felt just mere moments ago. “W…why do they do this?” she looked up at him, her eyes full of pain as her voice cracked. Studying his face she noticed he wore some kind of glass fitted into gold wire the sat in front of his eyes "Why do they enter these sacred tombs?" she stammered.
He frowned slightly at her, she looked so....confused, angry, lost, and—oddest of all—strange and out of place with her choice of outfit. Still, the jackal was nothing if not polite and being in good spirits, this place being somewhere he had wanted to visit for as long as he could remember. To pay his respects to the Kings and Queens of the olden years, his answer to her was soft spoken and kind. “Why? Well they come to pay their respects of course,” his head tilted and the bright rays of the mid spring sun glinted off the glass. She blinked, her eyes narrowing once again “Respect?!” she asked incredulously “It is a mark of respect to trample wildly through these tombs like savages?!” Her voice rose several octaves. The jackal now looked around at the attention the two seemed to be drawing and pulled her gently to the side “Hey, hey hey, relax! There's nothing to get upset over,” he looked at her quizzically. She was beautiful, young looking… it may have just been the effect that the clearly expensive and well made costume of hers gave off, but there was something about her that seemed… old. Ancient. He could see she was clearly distressed as her ears fluctuated from a standing at attention taking in the sounds curiously, to flat against her hair. Her blue eyes darting quickly from side to side taking everything in as if… as if all of it was new. Trying to distract her he held out a paw to shake her hand “Hey, my name is James.” Her head jerked back and she stared blankly at his outstretched paw not knowing quite what to do. Her head tilted curiously as she awkwardly placed her paw in his, shaking it “I..Isis.” she said looking up at him.
Of course things have changed… and why does it matter? The Kings of old no longer rested in the now empty tombs. Clarity came upon her as she looked up into the warm brown eyes of the golden jackal. She knew for a fact that Djoser had returned many centuries ago, so knowing him he had probably visited his own tomb quite frequently. Her eyes narrowed in speculation. She took note that the jackal James had a voice that was soft and had much intellect far beyond what his apparent age showed and that he wore a necklace adorned with a golden medallion. It was that of the great god Ra. Could he be...could he be the great Pharaoh Djoser come back once again to her? She wondered… but no, that couldn’t… he’d surely recognize her, even as she was, now.
Her eyes cleared in that moment, her back straightened, her tail—once agitated—grew still and her ears stood on points regally. “I am Isis” she said with utmost confidence and elegance her voice smooth flowing from her mouth like the River Nile. This was a new time, a new place, and for her. A new world.
To Be Continued....
art @
PitterPatter
James belongs to and is the creative property of me,
The--Jackal
Isis belongs to HellKitten
of her ancient goddess running into my present day jackal, wonder how this will play out? :ostory by her and
;It was an overwhelming feeling, this warmth from the new, ancient sun on her short fur as she breathed deeply taking in the smells of the new world. She opened her sapphire eye,s narrowing them behind the thick, long lashes that adorned them as the sun glared down on her. The air crisp. New. Unfamiliar.
There were so many people—or whatever the thing she become was called—but none among the masses took notice of her. Even stranger, no one seemed to notice the large hole that had appeared in the sands, exposing the hidden temple from which she rose, like a phoenix from the ashes. This is most peculiar… she thought to herself, taking notice of a small group walking away from her and toward a great stepped pyramid. Ahh, Djoser her thoughts flitting to the ancient King, a great pharaoh that she was particularly fond of. His teachings had made him a favorite of hers, so much knowledge and skill passed to others in his time. She smiled, hoping that his resting place had fared better than her own, but out of respect to him, she would never enter such sacred domain.
Behind her she could hear the shouts and callings of the people, they had finally taken notice of the freshly exposed temple that had been freed from the sands of time. The hound smirked to herself, her tall ears twitching as her tail wagged behind her. Amused at their bewilderment. What would they do? What would they make of fresh paw prints in the sands leaving the temple with none leading into it? she mused silently. Would they… her thoughts we cut down as she noticed these people… they were going inside the pyramids.
“W-what…” the words stumbled out of her mouth, her paws refused to moved even an inch towards the Great King's resting place. But she saw...oh by the mighty eye of Ra she saw them in droves swarm into the tombs, saw children running and screaming..and playing in the sacred area. She took a step back and then another as her ears flattened against her pale, shining white hair, she was so taken aback by the scene, feeling such horror that she didn't notice the large male canine behind her until she ran into him as she back stepped.
Angry and flustered she turned around. Blue eyes sharp and glinting with irritation and confusion as she looked up towards the latest obstacle before her. The confusion she felt quickly gave way to a much different feeling, one of desire. The male—a golden colored jackal by his appearance—had reached out to steady her, his large paws braced upon her shoulders. His eyes,narrowed with concern and a bit of skepticism as he looked at her. Her clothing… while clean and intricately stitched, was one of what the ancients would wear, whereas he wore… something she couldn’t quite describe. Something the rest of the people here seemed to be wearing similarly. While she herself, definitely did not fit in that regard at all. “Ex...excuse me” the words left her muzzle breathlessly as the reason for her resurrection made itself painfully aware in that very moment, looking at him. But her desire was at war now with the returning feeling of confusion and irritation she felt just mere moments ago. “W…why do they do this?” she looked up at him, her eyes full of pain as her voice cracked. Studying his face she noticed he wore some kind of glass fitted into gold wire the sat in front of his eyes "Why do they enter these sacred tombs?" she stammered.
He frowned slightly at her, she looked so....confused, angry, lost, and—oddest of all—strange and out of place with her choice of outfit. Still, the jackal was nothing if not polite and being in good spirits, this place being somewhere he had wanted to visit for as long as he could remember. To pay his respects to the Kings and Queens of the olden years, his answer to her was soft spoken and kind. “Why? Well they come to pay their respects of course,” his head tilted and the bright rays of the mid spring sun glinted off the glass. She blinked, her eyes narrowing once again “Respect?!” she asked incredulously “It is a mark of respect to trample wildly through these tombs like savages?!” Her voice rose several octaves. The jackal now looked around at the attention the two seemed to be drawing and pulled her gently to the side “Hey, hey hey, relax! There's nothing to get upset over,” he looked at her quizzically. She was beautiful, young looking… it may have just been the effect that the clearly expensive and well made costume of hers gave off, but there was something about her that seemed… old. Ancient. He could see she was clearly distressed as her ears fluctuated from a standing at attention taking in the sounds curiously, to flat against her hair. Her blue eyes darting quickly from side to side taking everything in as if… as if all of it was new. Trying to distract her he held out a paw to shake her hand “Hey, my name is James.” Her head jerked back and she stared blankly at his outstretched paw not knowing quite what to do. Her head tilted curiously as she awkwardly placed her paw in his, shaking it “I..Isis.” she said looking up at him.
Of course things have changed… and why does it matter? The Kings of old no longer rested in the now empty tombs. Clarity came upon her as she looked up into the warm brown eyes of the golden jackal. She knew for a fact that Djoser had returned many centuries ago, so knowing him he had probably visited his own tomb quite frequently. Her eyes narrowed in speculation. She took note that the jackal James had a voice that was soft and had much intellect far beyond what his apparent age showed and that he wore a necklace adorned with a golden medallion. It was that of the great god Ra. Could he be...could he be the great Pharaoh Djoser come back once again to her? She wondered… but no, that couldn’t… he’d surely recognize her, even as she was, now.
Her eyes cleared in that moment, her back straightened, her tail—once agitated—grew still and her ears stood on points regally. “I am Isis” she said with utmost confidence and elegance her voice smooth flowing from her mouth like the River Nile. This was a new time, a new place, and for her. A new world.
To Be Continued....
art @
PitterPatter James belongs to and is the creative property of me,
The--JackalIsis belongs to
HellKitten
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Canine (Other)
Size 700 x 899px
File Size 730 kB
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