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second part to a sweet little series gifted from muh boo 
of her ancient goddess running into my present day jackal, the plot thickens :p
story by her and
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As Isis stated her name, James put his hands on his hips. Skeptical that it was, in fact, her real name, but smiling wide nonetheless, showing a lot of fang “Well… Isis, I’m very pleased to meet you.” he nodded his head a bit as he finished his sentence. The hound followed suit and gave him one of her own. lifting her head tilted it cutely, her eyes closed and a smile on her muzzle. The anger she had felt moments ago faded to give way to a much more calming feeling. One that barely masked the feeling bubbling just below the surface.
Settled somewhat, the two walked, James with one hand in his pocket while the other pointed out some of the attractions the bazaar had to offer. Isis walked close to him listening to his words, taking in the unfamiliar sights and scents of her homeland. She marveled over cheap replicas and scoffed at inaccuracies in hieroglyphs. This jackal....James he called himself, knew so much about the items that were being sold… and he knew so much about her lands—the people , their gods, their kings, so much that she wondered if he was a scholar dedicated to the intricacies of her time. And the way he spoke of them, his voice reverent and resonating with a passion that painted them as if they still lived and walked among them, today. If only he knew who he was talking to… she thought, to herself causing a light-hearted giggle to come from her muzzle. She put her fingers quickly against it to muffle the tiny noise.
Approaching a little shop, her nose twitched involuntarily and her ears swiveled forward to attention. A bitter, yet sweet aroma filled the desert air. “What is that scent that fills this place?” she asked, sniffing curiously at the air. James looked at her, eyebrows raised. She can’t be serious… he thought to himself, but he humored the beautiful hound “It's a coffee shop. Very good stuff. Well… some of it, anyway,” he informed her as they resumed their casual approach to the small shop. “If you don't like coffee, they also have teas and sweets that you can purchase.” A delicate brow raised quizzically as he spoke of purchasing goods. Purchase? she blinked curiously. She’d never had to purchase anything. Everything she’d ever wanted or needed—and some things that filled neither category—had been given to her as tribute, offerings for her favour and blessings and, of course, her assistance in matters of fertility. Walking into the shop, she couldn't help but notice how some stopped and stared at her, speaking in hushed whispers, mostly about 'the odd—but beautiful—hound dressed as an ancient Egyptian'. Clearly her outfit was out of place for current times; a long flowing cloth that draped over the front of her hips and down her rear, a golden collar piece that draped down to the top of her bosom, golden wrists and anklets, and of course her beautiful, if elaborate, head piece. She would have to get something more… with the times. Later…
James opened the door and held it for her so she could enter the building first. Stepping in, her senses were assaulted, overwhelmed by the scents. So many sweet things in the air that it seemed to cling her fur. She turned to look back at James, who was holding the door for some young ladies that had been trailing after them, showing a gentlemanly side, Well versed in knowledge and with the traits of a noble… her thoughts drifted as she watched him. The feeling starting to bubble to the surface again. She fidgeted. She wouldn't be able to hold back the carnal desires that were swelling to a breaking point within. James approached her with a rather sly grin after seeing the last young lady through the door. He called her over to him as he got in line “Anything up there look good?” he asked pushing the glass on his snout back up into place. She tore her gaze from him to examine the board. The language was new to her, of course, but being a goddess had its perks, translating it was a simple matter, though she preferred the hieroglyphics of old, the intricate lettering, to this rather… harsh alphabet. Pulling herself out of her reverie, she picked something at random on as they moved forward in the line ”That drink, the Herbal tea? It is made with herbs grown here? Natural?” her question perplexing as she looked at the menu on the wall and then to him.
James looked up at the menu, nodding his head “All natural, very good stuff too. It cleanses the body of anything harmful.“ he grinned, taking a step forward. The very sound of his voice causing this feeling to burn its way through her, so much so she is sure her face is turning red. They approach the counter and the golden jackal orders her the herbal tea she had inquired about and a green tea for himself. Before she can even state that she has no means of payment, he takes out a small card and swipes it along the groove of a strange black box, leaving her blinking in confusion, wondering how he paid for the services of the shop. After a few moments of waiting, they’re given their cups and he walks them toward an empty table by the front. “No, lets…” she looked around, ears standing at attention. She noticed a table at the back of the shop in an area that was almost deserted. ”There,” she asked him, lightly grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the spot, ”please may we sit away from the others?”
Though confused, he nodded his assent as they walked to the back of the shop. Ever the gentleman, he pulled out the chair for the hound, waiting until she was seated before taking his own. She takes the cup he bought for her, wrapping her paws around it and inhaling the rich scent deeply, savoring the aroma but the taste for a few moments before “James. You speak so highly of the ancients. The Kings. The gods and goddesses… It please me greatly to see that there is someone who still respects them,” the twin sapphires of her eyes gaze steadily at him over the rim of the cup, the blue seeming to shine brighter than before. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before continuing “What would you say about meeting one?” The question makde him put his cup down uneasily after barely a swallow “Meet an ancient? A god? Well… that would be… something. Certainly an event that could never be surpassed. But they have all faded to the annals of history. The only things that we really know about them are what we’ve translated.” he shrugged, pushing his glasses up again, contemplating while taking another sip.
Isis’ eyes sparkled mischievously and she chuckled lightly. She took a sip of her own. ”James, you've been talking to one.” she watched him carefully as she shared this news with him. “I am Isis. First daughter of Geb and Nut, friend of slaves, sinners, artisans and the downtrodden. Goddess of fertility—“ she let the sentence trail off, hanging in the air as she stared at him. Such formal acknowledgement of her name and title push the feeling inside her to the breaking point. She can feel its fire burning through her unchecked. She is no longer able to hold back. She’s nuts He looked at her, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “If you’re a goddess… well… prove it” the statement bold, defiant and more than a little skeptical. Isis smirked Prove it i shall she thinks to herself as she begins to mutter under her breath. An ancient incantation. Before he has time to react, the jackal looks around them, watching as it all turns to sand and she grabs him by the wrists. The walls crumble and he is able to see nothing but the pitch black and twin jewels of blue.
To Be Continued....
original: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19659807/
art @
Junebuq
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, the plot thickens :pstory by her and
;As Isis stated her name, James put his hands on his hips. Skeptical that it was, in fact, her real name, but smiling wide nonetheless, showing a lot of fang “Well… Isis, I’m very pleased to meet you.” he nodded his head a bit as he finished his sentence. The hound followed suit and gave him one of her own. lifting her head tilted it cutely, her eyes closed and a smile on her muzzle. The anger she had felt moments ago faded to give way to a much more calming feeling. One that barely masked the feeling bubbling just below the surface.
Settled somewhat, the two walked, James with one hand in his pocket while the other pointed out some of the attractions the bazaar had to offer. Isis walked close to him listening to his words, taking in the unfamiliar sights and scents of her homeland. She marveled over cheap replicas and scoffed at inaccuracies in hieroglyphs. This jackal....James he called himself, knew so much about the items that were being sold… and he knew so much about her lands—the people , their gods, their kings, so much that she wondered if he was a scholar dedicated to the intricacies of her time. And the way he spoke of them, his voice reverent and resonating with a passion that painted them as if they still lived and walked among them, today. If only he knew who he was talking to… she thought, to herself causing a light-hearted giggle to come from her muzzle. She put her fingers quickly against it to muffle the tiny noise.
Approaching a little shop, her nose twitched involuntarily and her ears swiveled forward to attention. A bitter, yet sweet aroma filled the desert air. “What is that scent that fills this place?” she asked, sniffing curiously at the air. James looked at her, eyebrows raised. She can’t be serious… he thought to himself, but he humored the beautiful hound “It's a coffee shop. Very good stuff. Well… some of it, anyway,” he informed her as they resumed their casual approach to the small shop. “If you don't like coffee, they also have teas and sweets that you can purchase.” A delicate brow raised quizzically as he spoke of purchasing goods. Purchase? she blinked curiously. She’d never had to purchase anything. Everything she’d ever wanted or needed—and some things that filled neither category—had been given to her as tribute, offerings for her favour and blessings and, of course, her assistance in matters of fertility. Walking into the shop, she couldn't help but notice how some stopped and stared at her, speaking in hushed whispers, mostly about 'the odd—but beautiful—hound dressed as an ancient Egyptian'. Clearly her outfit was out of place for current times; a long flowing cloth that draped over the front of her hips and down her rear, a golden collar piece that draped down to the top of her bosom, golden wrists and anklets, and of course her beautiful, if elaborate, head piece. She would have to get something more… with the times. Later…
James opened the door and held it for her so she could enter the building first. Stepping in, her senses were assaulted, overwhelmed by the scents. So many sweet things in the air that it seemed to cling her fur. She turned to look back at James, who was holding the door for some young ladies that had been trailing after them, showing a gentlemanly side, Well versed in knowledge and with the traits of a noble… her thoughts drifted as she watched him. The feeling starting to bubble to the surface again. She fidgeted. She wouldn't be able to hold back the carnal desires that were swelling to a breaking point within. James approached her with a rather sly grin after seeing the last young lady through the door. He called her over to him as he got in line “Anything up there look good?” he asked pushing the glass on his snout back up into place. She tore her gaze from him to examine the board. The language was new to her, of course, but being a goddess had its perks, translating it was a simple matter, though she preferred the hieroglyphics of old, the intricate lettering, to this rather… harsh alphabet. Pulling herself out of her reverie, she picked something at random on as they moved forward in the line ”That drink, the Herbal tea? It is made with herbs grown here? Natural?” her question perplexing as she looked at the menu on the wall and then to him.
James looked up at the menu, nodding his head “All natural, very good stuff too. It cleanses the body of anything harmful.“ he grinned, taking a step forward. The very sound of his voice causing this feeling to burn its way through her, so much so she is sure her face is turning red. They approach the counter and the golden jackal orders her the herbal tea she had inquired about and a green tea for himself. Before she can even state that she has no means of payment, he takes out a small card and swipes it along the groove of a strange black box, leaving her blinking in confusion, wondering how he paid for the services of the shop. After a few moments of waiting, they’re given their cups and he walks them toward an empty table by the front. “No, lets…” she looked around, ears standing at attention. She noticed a table at the back of the shop in an area that was almost deserted. ”There,” she asked him, lightly grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the spot, ”please may we sit away from the others?”
Though confused, he nodded his assent as they walked to the back of the shop. Ever the gentleman, he pulled out the chair for the hound, waiting until she was seated before taking his own. She takes the cup he bought for her, wrapping her paws around it and inhaling the rich scent deeply, savoring the aroma but the taste for a few moments before “James. You speak so highly of the ancients. The Kings. The gods and goddesses… It please me greatly to see that there is someone who still respects them,” the twin sapphires of her eyes gaze steadily at him over the rim of the cup, the blue seeming to shine brighter than before. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before continuing “What would you say about meeting one?” The question makde him put his cup down uneasily after barely a swallow “Meet an ancient? A god? Well… that would be… something. Certainly an event that could never be surpassed. But they have all faded to the annals of history. The only things that we really know about them are what we’ve translated.” he shrugged, pushing his glasses up again, contemplating while taking another sip.
Isis’ eyes sparkled mischievously and she chuckled lightly. She took a sip of her own. ”James, you've been talking to one.” she watched him carefully as she shared this news with him. “I am Isis. First daughter of Geb and Nut, friend of slaves, sinners, artisans and the downtrodden. Goddess of fertility—“ she let the sentence trail off, hanging in the air as she stared at him. Such formal acknowledgement of her name and title push the feeling inside her to the breaking point. She can feel its fire burning through her unchecked. She is no longer able to hold back. She’s nuts He looked at her, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “If you’re a goddess… well… prove it” the statement bold, defiant and more than a little skeptical. Isis smirked Prove it i shall she thinks to herself as she begins to mutter under her breath. An ancient incantation. Before he has time to react, the jackal looks around them, watching as it all turns to sand and she grabs him by the wrists. The walls crumble and he is able to see nothing but the pitch black and twin jewels of blue.
To Be Continued....
original: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19659807/
art @
Junebuq 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 1067 x 1280px
File Size 211.4 kB
Listed in Folders
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