Thread: Beneath the Sands

Keshayla woke with a grunt, Kivan's hand slapping against the back of her calf, pushing it over to the side where she had sprawled out on the bed. Really there was no need, the bed was large enough to fit ten people comfortably. You had to give the Egyptians credit, they loved their Karma Sutra, and planned ahead no worrying about falling over the edge on this thing. When Keshayla first spotted the four poster bed she thought that there had been a mirror besides it. The rich maroon tapestries that covered the posters to form a sheeting over head was the same rich maroon used for the bedding. The silk didn't surprise her, but the room certainly did. It was the master suite at Mena House Oberoi what had once been a hunting lodge build in the 1800's. Now it was a tourist hotspot tourists with alot of money. Kivan pushed at her leg until he was able to crawl onto the massive bed besides her, pulling a laptop into view which made her turn her head with a groan, determined to look the other way. You bastard. The Drow grinned, though she couldn't see it. She felt the smug bastard beam as if the room had just brightened. It's almost noon, he tried to reason. She knew there was more to it than that. Jet leg. Kivan's smile grew a few notches, and Keshayla had to close her eyes with a disgusted grunt as she felt the change again. You slept on the plane. The Lycan slept when she can, because whenever she went out anywhere, she seemed to gather unwanted attention. It was the smirk, the guess what I did wrong smirk that sat on her lips, cocky and lopsided, seductive and coy all at the same time. Bar fights were common, people jumped to conclusions when they saw that smirk. She couldn't help it. It just came naturally. She was on her stomach, arms stretched back at her sides, palms up. Her head looking off to the left, towards one of the great windows, right leg bent, pointing towards the opposite wall, and the left remained pointed straight. She looked as if that should have hurt, that it should be awkward, but like cats, Keshayla slept as if she had no spine. I've got a job for you. She knew it. There's been some strange things crawling about the city. She couldn't believe this. Discribed as some sort of...insect. He had promised her a few weeks off. Vacation. Sun. Sleep. So far it's killed seven people, and the press managed to get a shot of it. He knew he couldn't drag her to Cairo without false pretenses. An eye opened as the lighting shifted, and she was looking at a photo with gloss mate. She had to lean back to make out the photo, since it was sitting too close to her face. Then she frowned. That's an ugly fucker, isn't it? It looked like a scarab, with longer legs that jutted from the body and it's tough shell. Black, but with the photo there was also a transluscent blue and green it reminded her of oil. Where the eyes should have been were white sockets, a wicked mouth that had sharp edges that would work as teeth, but the unsettling thing was the size. She couldn't tell right from the photo, but it looked as if it would be between the sizes of a very large dog, or a small horse. No. Come on, Keshayla. It's just a bug. Just a bug? She was supposed to be on vacation. You go get it then, you lazy cunt! You promised me a vacation. Kivan snatched the photo away before she could take it from him. I can't it appears that some researchers went missing I got a call from some connections, and they need me to go take a look at it. She scowled at him, but knew rather long ago that she had no choice in the issue as much as she would have liked. Go on. At least take a walk through the city for awhile, alright? We'll meet back here for dinner, and I'll take you to Al Ruayyat. When all else fails bribe her with food.