Rosewater Oasis maat ka ra

hello i lost samir muse for a bit but im back lmao

he rises from where he lay like a loafing lion of midnight, limber legs promoting a languid grace.

you speak as one who knows the bite of hardship, hemet, his voice is low, slithering like a serpent through the still air, silk layered with steel. yet here you stand, unbroken. stronger. that alone sets you apart from the countless who wander these sands, their backs bent beneath the weight of failure.

he steps closer, the movement slow, measured, his towering shadow swallowing the space between them. his tail sways in a languid motion, a cobra’s hypnotic rhythm. you mistake me if you think i seek a friend or an equal. i seek what is strong, what endures, what rises beneath the sun’s searing gaze and comes forth sharper for it.

his hum is soft, thoughtful, as his gaze sweeps over her, appraising. tell me, what wolf does not seek purpose? what soul does not crave to rise above the dust? i see purpose in you, ezen—not a pawn, not a servant, but a blade. tempered, sharpened. unyielding. if you wish it.

he circles her now, movements sleek, deliberate, brushing close enough that his fur whispers against hers. his breath warms her neck as his voice drops, honeyed and smooth. i see the seeds of greatness. you will be what you choose beneath my sun. the gods favor those who stand, not those who kneel.

rise, hemet. stand to be forged. your gods, my gods—what are they but facets of the same great light? do they not all demand the same?