Thread: An Artifact, A Girl, and a God. |Lagerthas x BlackTalon|

Anger had not been so apparent in anyone ever before like it was now in Khepri. Naari tensed, watching the way his body shifted. No doubt he had never been so insulted in his life, but Narri still couldn't wrap her mind around reality. How was that possible? How was any of this possible? Naari had never believed in God, or any form of Gods in the first place. She had been so interested in religion on why people thought such amazing things, but for her she could never buy the lie. However, now looking at Khepri...Naari wondered if any of it had been a lie to begin with. Naari gulped at the hulking figure there was no doubt if he wanted to hurt her he could easily do so, and she went pale at the thought. She could tell it was hot outside, hot in here, hotter than modern day Egypt. Naari was sweating, but she still refused to take off her clothing. It had been nerve racking enough with her waking up naked with some strange guy touching her. Never before had she been naked in front of anyone, only herself looking in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? Let go of me! Naari found herself in a particular situation. His hand was on her hip, and she couldn't pull it off. On top of that, his other hand had wrapped seizing some of her breathing. Her brows furrowed, surprise taking her as she stumbled back, back against the wall as he took control. She wondered if he was going to kill her, at least for a good while. She had no idea about this man, about his intentions, or why he kept on insisting on her for now. Everything inside of her core shook as he shouted at her, rining her ears. Eyes closed at his vibrating voice, her face twisting in discomfort. When he spoke about which God he was, pressure formed on her temple. Naari shifted, cringing at the feeling of her head being weighed down. She had felt a similar feeling before, but had never really looked into it any further when the doctors had told her she had needed surgery. Naari didn't want to deal with that, with being in the hospital. Hospitals scared her anymore, after all she had lost two people to them. Stop it! Naari cried. It was only after she cried did she noticed his lips against her own. Her eyes opened, shocked and curious as to what he was doing. Naari realized he was kissing her, and she froze. Muscles stiffened at the thought, brow furrowed in confusion. Why would he kiss her? She had once imagined how she would have her first kiss, but Naari had never gotten that far. Hell she had never even held hands with a male that hadn't been her father or family and now..this strange man claiming to be a God..claiming to have saved her from death, had stolen her first kiss. Naari wasn't sure how to react. I shouldn't reject this..I'm not sure he'll be kind to any further rejection. .. Naari thought as she gulped. The words poured from his perfect lips, she knew she had heard them but in a sense she couldn't believe them. Her mother was dead...in her time? She didn't exist in this time? What? Naari stumbled, confused as he pushed her towards the food and wine, as if commanding her like a puppy how to take care of herself. Naari complied this time, taking the bread and breaking it apart to eat it. Before she took a sip of the wine, cringing at the taste of it.