Sly Fox Sand Dunes stairway to neterikhet

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For a time, fortune had smiled upon her. Draped in luxury, she had basked beneath the desert sun, ensconced in chambers of gold, with servants attending her every whim. Life had been just then; kind, even. But as with all things gilded, its luster had faded, slipping through her grasp like the very sands she once ruled.
Now, stripped of silken pelts and the comfort of familiar voices, she wandered through foreign dunes, their contours strange beneath her paws. Shiruyeh knew her sands; had memorized their undulating forms as one memorizes a lover’s touch. But these were alien, shifting in ways she did not know. The scent of dry earth filled her lungs, grounding her in the solitude of this barren land.
Perhaps an oasis lay beyond the horizon; perhaps another kingdom awaited its queen. With her muzzle held high, gilded eyes swept the endless expanse, searching.