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

Naari had never so much as viewed a naked man online. She had ideas in her head and of course she had been curious, but that curiosity had died with other priorities. Only curiosity had boiled when she had walked into her friend, naked and drunk one evening. So she in a sense knew what men looked like naked, not erect, but here seeing Khepri naked caused her a form of anxiety she did not think she could stand. What was even more nerve raking, was the fact when the attractive man opened his mouth he spilled out words that confused her. It occurred to her, by his expression, he was confused by her tongue as well. Then again, Naari had really only ever heard that language spoken amongst locals who had helped them excavate the ruins of Khepri. At least, that's what they had named it when the hieroglyphs had come up with Khepri's name, and people suspected it was a temple for worshiping. Still, she had remembered listening to the men and women translate the ancient text they found and had spoken in the ancient tongue quite a few times around her. Naari however never understood a damn word they said. What? Naari's expression was confused as she watched the male stand up straight, tall, and much larger then any a man she had ever seen. She gulped as he spoke her language, clearly, as though he had been born in her country. However the name he used confused her, made her uncertain. You must be joking. Naari noted as the male approached. She stepped backwards, but he was much faster than her, and easily closed the gap with his long legs. Her head tilted back to look up at his face, and the muscles n her body tensed further when he reached forward to try to remove her clothing. She knew it was hot, hotter than any day in Egypt normally was, but Naari still stumbled backward and gripped her shirt pulling it away from him. Get off of me! You are delusional if you think you are a God! Gods don't exist! Naari snapped at him, agitated, and she looked at the bit of her shirt that had been torn from the bottom from her pulling it away from his grasp. Naari stumbled back further when he went for her pants, moving and slapping the figure across the face. Though this act caused her more pain then it probably did him. Ah. She held her wrist, shaking the hand she used to slap him as she jerked her legs away from him. Weird clothing? If anything he was the one weirdly dressed! Wearing nothing but that damn necklace around his neck... The necklace caught her attention. She remembered the jewels she had clutched in her drowning, and the hieroglyph she had found in the back of her car. Still her mind combined the outcome of what he was wearing with one logical explanation Naari was dead, and this was her form of heaven. Naari looked up at him startled when he said he did not know her mother. She had forgotten she had asked where her mother was..but it hadn't been her birth mother she had been asking for. It had been the younger version of her grandmother she had wanted, her 'mother'. You have to know where she is! If I'm dead she should be here! She knew this man claimed to be a God, claimed he had saved her from death, but she believed neither things. When he motioned her to sit, Naari simply looked at him with furrowed brows as she held onto her wrist. She watched him move to leave, but she turned away shaking her head and wiping her forehead as she looked for any sign of an exist. It was then she noted the room was much like a tomb, save from the light that seemed to pour in from no where. Naari had remembered Luckus saying that room must have been a tomb, and the look on the local's face when the boy had corrected Luckus. She remembered how the boy had pointed to the hieroglyphs, piece by piece of what was left from the crumbled walls, that had depicted this had been the God's Khepri private quarters. Naari had smiled, and laughed when he had such a thing. After all, if Gods had really existed, where were they in modern time? Name? Naari only turned when he first came back, though she noted he was still naked. Jesus! You are going to give me nightmares walking around like that! She turned away watching him lay down the bread and wine. Wine. Red wine to be exact, and Naari grunted. She still noted he had been asking for her name, agitated and annoyed the girl retorted If you really were a God, I shouldn't have to tell you my name. You would already know it. Therefore, You are not a God. Because Gods don't exist!