06-09-2010, 05:51 PM
Deep within the sands of the dessert, outside her temple sat Hathor. The turquoise and gold studded walls that were etched with powerful hieroglyphics meant nothing. She was completely bored, she tried not to look it of course in fear of offending the old lady who sat next to her holding up two seperate sheets of silky material. However sometimes she wished that she had a more important job. It was all very well to look nice and promote happiness and peace, which was often lacking in the world of the egyptian gods and goddesses, but she still wished she could be a little more helpful. Now if she was deity of war or justice, then she could really do some good. However she was stuck out here with nothing to do and noone to look after. She was really beginning to feel that she was just some sort of a joke. She wondered who would be cruel enough to do that. She decided it probably wasnt a joke after a while just some sort of misfortune. To be truthful she didn't really dislike her role. It just didn't make her feel as important as some of the oher gods. Hence she often felt a little intimidated around them.
The old lady questioned her on which peice of material she would wear and rather reluctantly Hathor was brought back out of her daydream and into the vast dessert realm in which she sat.
Hathor had no idea what had happened. "Blast," she muttered as she realized she had no hope of finding out the fine details anytime soon. However there was a jolly tone in the 'blast' because she'd always been one for anything out of the ordinary and this certainly was just that.
"Blast," she muttered for a second time as she realized she had rolled her left ankle. It was a slightly more strained 'blast' this time.
She reached up to feel her head which was throbbing heavilly. Her hair was still the same, jet black, dead straight. She had the same jade green eyes. Her skin was tanned and she still spoke with an underlying egyptian accent but she realized however, with horror, that the horns and sun disk that she had worn on her head since she was born had completely dissapeared. Unlike many of the other gods she couldn't fully transform into another creature, the only hint of animal about her was the two horns that sat above her on her head, she was shocked to find she no longer wore them. The only hint of cow on her was the black and white sparkly cartoon that was printed smack bang in the middle of her t-shirt.
"Blast," this time there was no hint of any jolliness in her voice at all, it was instead a completely gobsmacked sort of voice. It had been such a long time since anyone had performed such a powerful ritual ritual. What's more he'd done it wrong.
"Blast," Hathor muttered for the fourth and final time as she struggled to stand up, and this time it was more of a curse.
Last edited by Cheshire1996 : 06-09-2010 at 06:03 PM.