Author's Note: I own nothing but some OCs, the plot and CONCEPTS.
DemonicMistress Kree-kun: ...who's cheating now? I just checked your latest fanfic and I have to say it seems familiar, can't place where that came from (sarcasm)… Do you know what plagiarism is? It's the copying not only of EXACT WRITTEN WORD but of specific concepts, ideas, plots, ect. I've never once found a fic in which Ryou's father remarried before this date, so my fic is original. If you can show me another fic in which this idea is used from a date BEFORE my fic was uploaded, show me. If I recall, YOUR fic is dated the 14th of April. When was mine dated? March 30th. Have a nice day.
Chapter 21- Prowling
Ah, Egypt. A nice place to visit, except in the 21st century or 3500 BCE. In the 21st century you had the problem of Americans making asses of themselves and pissing off whole countries. In 3500 BCE you had the issue of the whole country being ruled by a blood thirsty nut with a major power-hungry mentality. Mm-hmm, yep. Egypt could be dangerous. Though it WAS a nice place to live. Especially if the true king was willing to forget the whole bounty on your head and celebrate you as a goddess if you assisted him in brining back the nice-ness.
This is why Sekhmet-hekau, former manslayer, former tomb-robber, former tormenter of all authority, former robber of shrines was willing to help the little bastard known as Pharaoh Nefer Memnon.
At the moment she was laying awake in the hanging bed she had constructed out of cloth 'donated' by the priest Achet. Alright, so he only gave it to her because was in the form of a very large, potentionally deadly lioness at the moment she had asked for it, but it was all good. Just revenge for him scorching the fur off her tail a few years prior.
Sekhmet-hekau, current Great Lion of Egypt, current Netre of War, smiled softly as she looked down on Nefer, curled up under linen sheets on the floor. He had refused to sleep in a hanging bed, swearing it would break under him. Ah well. No skin off her back. The young Pharaoh mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, clutching the warm shape he had brushed against, which in turn wrapped around the sleeping prince. The thief almost burst out laughing. The Pharaoh and her childhood friend G'reh lay, still deep in sleep, clutching each other like disturbing cushions. Can you say blackmail?
Her gaze shifted to another hanging bed slightly below her, where Tait slept. The magus looked dead, body stiff in sleep.
Meh, back to the two 'lovers' on the floor.
"Heheheh, they're so cute when they're sleeping."
Silently she let go of her humanity and, with practiced grace, took the form of a oridary-seeming temple cat. Though it severely lowered her physical strength it gave her swiftness, perfect night vision, and the ability to see spirits. It was also a good form to relax in the sun on lazy days.
The thief-cat hopped from the hanging bed to the wooden structure and climbed down, head first. Momentarily reverting to human form, she bushed the false-bolder forward and, leaving it open just enough to slip back through, went off into the night. Without becoming human the cat shifted once more, taking the form of a great, black-furred lioness. If there Pharaoh wanted real food, she'd just go hunting. No big deal, she liked the hunt.