Rosewater Oasis Plume

He didn't expect his face to be known, maybe his name; in hushed, hopeless whispers through cenote caverns, mutterings of a child stolen and returned in fractured pieces. Admittedly, Nokht did not know Kheti by name, only by the heritage he gleamed from his few sheepish, stolen glances.

Nokht sat back as he listened, coal-tipped tail coming to rest over his leg. Pharoah took me in. The cenote is empty, the mesa is destroyed it's.. not like I had anywhere else to go. He muttered, paws shifting in the sand. At least he had not been met with marble and

How do you know that- ..Ra guided you here? He asked hesitantly, uncertain of the gods in all their cruelty and their negligence. He wondered what it was that inspired such devotion, even in those who had been wronged so terribly.

He had been robbed this experience, learning of his own gods, instead he hated them for all they stood for.