Duat

Sa'adat al-Masri · 07-26-2011, 01:29 AM

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Word Count :: 565 :: Some things to note: Sa'adat speaks a marginal amount of English and not very well, so communication might be hard -- but hopefully amusing eventually. On a more important note, she's currently suffering from some sort of illness picked up on her journey over from Africa; this'll fade eventually, but right now it's probably possible for your character to get sick too. She's delusional in this post, and will probably be a bit confused in subsequent posts -- she thinks she's dead, in the Egyptian underworld of Duat. Two-leg refers to Optime Luperci; she doesn't know the word Optime. Umm means mother, abi means father. Ka is the soul, ba is the body. And yes, she did pass out at the very end of the post -- feel free to have your character find her unconscious, or just as she comes too; either way, she will be coming back to the real world in the next post. 50% Mearns coyote, 50% Jackal hybrid

She couldn't remember when her thoughts had gone from coherent to bubbling images of worn hieroglyphs — when did she board a ship? When did the warmth of her deserts become the more mild air of temperate lands? When did she wash ashore? The eyes of their Gods watched her, staring with prejudice and hate and disdain as she had fled from Cairo and her mother's harsh grasp. They were faces she knew and did not know — faces she respected and feared. Horus, Geb, Nut, Ptah. Anubis. Osiris. Death. The Gods of those two-legs from Egypt were not her Gods, but she feared them and their power, knowing they had power over the earth her small paws walked upon. Her emerald eyes had seen it in the dusty streets of Cairo, a world her umm had tried so hard to shield her from.

But it hadn't worked. Sa'adat had left with a desire to feel the world as her own person and found herself lost to the old world on the shores of another, disoriented and distressed. How had she found the shores she stood upon? When had the lands turned from dusty to grassy? When had her head started to ache so much? The air was warm, unable to filter properly through her lungs, and her mind twisted into the world of delusions as her legs carried her from shoreline to darkened forest in what seemed like seconds. Seconds that took her from her world and through Abtu, allowing her to settle finally in the world of Duat. Had the ka of Na'ima Nafthima bint Zakirya al-Mahgrib truly left her ba behind, to walk amongst the dead in the underworld of her falsified home?

The glossy crowns of many skulls lined an invisible border to an invisible world that lay behind them — behind the heads of so many who had come to pass. It had to be, the world of the jackal-headed two-leg that weighed the worth of those who passed on. But where was he, this Anubis who was not her God? And why was she, what her umm called a child of Allah, at his gates? Perhaps her umm had been wrong. Perhaps she had changed when her umm had fled her home, and in that one gesture become a child of Misr, of the Nile river that cleaved her world in two? She had not believed it possible, as her time within the city of Cairo had been a lonely time, but were Gods not more inviting than their mortal creatures? And she had never known Allah, not as her umm had.

Perhaps the world before her was a world where she belonged, in the arms of the Osiris. She found her resolve, her belief that this was a world for her, and the yelping call in hope of acceptance was released — the only call she was sure she would make. The intense rush of air caught the woman off-guard, her small body sinking to the ground. Her mind twisted again, the dark shadows of the trees creating monsters in their wake, grinning faces and pyres that she had feared in her childhood. Faces of her abi and his family, or the abi her umm accepted. Blackness wrapped around the features of the damned Sulayman's face as her consciousness left her.

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