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

It was without a doubt as confusing for Khepri as it was for Naari. Her eyes opened slowly and any female should be honored to be touched by a god. She did have on a peculiar set of clothing and was speaking what he thought was a language he hadn't known, but in his knowledge he hadn't known of one he didn't know. He closed his eyes gently as she started to yell at him and point at him, demanding where she was and who he was. He didn't focus on it, but he heard that she was upset, he dug into his subconciousness and contacted Hurun, the god of speech. A short conversation appeared in what was the realm that connected them together. 'Hurun, I need help with a language. This woman I have rescued speaks in tongue I do not understand.' 'I will grant you knowledge Khapri.' Khapri put his hand to his own neck and softly rubbed it before he looked at Naari. He first spoke in Ancient Egyptian, not a word to be understood by the english speaking beauty infront of him. His voice was rather rough and deep as he spoke out what seemed to her like a completely unknown language. He then sighed gently I am Khepri. he said as he approached her once more. There was nowhere for her to run in the room without any windows, his eyes were fixed on the clothes that were wet and constricted her movement. It was scorching hot outside and it could be felt within the temple that they resided in as sweat was already building up on Naari's forehead because of the texture that covered her body. He shook his head as he was standing right infront of her, his naked form almost chisseled out as a statue. He was built like a tower in comparison to her. He was 6 feet 8 inches tall, his shoulders broad and his manhood was large in size as well, it swung flacid in between his legs but it was of a larger size than she had ever seen. If she would ever see it erect, it was 12 inches long and 3 inches wide. Now being flacid it was already 7 inches long and 2 inches wide. However that was not his current focus. His hands reached up to the hem of her shirt and grabbed it at the height of her hips. He did not ask for permission but simply moved her shirt upwards to lift it over her head I am God of Rebirth. I save you from death because of this. he said as he held the necklace, which contained the same hieroglyph-painted jewel that she had found in her cardboard box, and showed it to her. His hands then trailed down to her pants and slowly took them off You warm up first, no weird clothing. Too warm. She seemed to be incredibly confused and asked about her mother. He hadn't a single clue who she talked about so he spoke I know not who your mother is young girl. he seemed to be struggling to talk English with her but it seemed almost magical that he knew English and it was even weirder if she would've thought about it. If he was really Khepri, then she was in the Ancient Egyptian Era. He looked at her and pointed to his bed Sit. he said quite roughly before he walked out of the doorless room. It took a couple of minutes before he came back with what was a canister of wine and some bread for her to eat, his steps were slow. As if he had the time of the world and took no mention to the tardiness or awkwardness it would take for her. He put it down on her lap Eat. Drink. You are weak and you need strength for tonight. he said quite strictly What is name ? he asked her before looking at her.