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Duchess Post
This was a very large foyer.
A massive staircase took up the center of the room, decorated with a regal purple carpet, the bannisters decorated with wood-carved bat images. The floor was made of a dark wood, and the walls were papered over with a dark purple pattern of criss-crossing lines. Candelabra's decorated the walls, glowing enough to illuminate the room alongside the bright chandelier hanging from the roof. The windows had dark purple curtains, drawn back, hanging from them, while various gold-handled doors stood at the sides of both the top and bottom floors. Suits of armor stood at attention in four corners of the room, and hanging above the top of the staircase, alongside several other similar portraits, was a massive image of a purple haired woman in a dress, leaning back on an ornate chair with purple cushioning, a parasol in her hand.
And that same woman was standing at the top of the staircase.
"Welcome to my manor, dear guests. You may call me Duchess. May I..." She stopped, then stared at Cloneya.
...was she licking her lips?
"...may I ask why such an...intriguing guest...has entered my home?" Duchess said, grinning at them. Cloneya specifically, it seemed.
Yep, she was definitely licking her lips, alongside that uncomfortable stare.
Bastet: Goddess of Cats: Fluff post
Bastet lazily opened her eyes, drawing her head up from a plate of nachos, that she had fallen into while apparently having passed out.
"Huh... I had the craziest dream... I got married and had like... three kids... meow~..."
She wiped her eyes and peeled off bits of cheese, suddenly realizing she wasn't in the hall. Ptah looked at her, stifling a laugh.
"Wasn't a dream, honey."
Bastet squinted at her husband.
"...I feel like I should remember you... Meow..."
Bastet made a goofy grin. Two minutes earlier, she had been eating at the dinner table with her family, but had, once again, gotten drunk and fallen face-first into a plate of nachos, only to wake up moments later. Sometimes it took her a bit to remember the past, say, twenty or so years of her life. Two of her children giggled a bit, their catlike ears twitching. Sitting to her left was her eldest son, Nefertem, and to the right of her husband, was her daughter, Hatshepsut. Their youngest son, Maahes, sat at the end of the table, dining on chicken tendies and glaring at his siblings.
Nefertem was around fourteen, he was well liked in school and had many friends. He was much more athletic than his younger brother, but to Bastet's surprise, had inherited none of her divine powers, save for the ears. She had given him a name from her ancient homeland. Originally Ptah had wanted to name him after his grandfather, but a coin flip and being a goddess relating to luck gave her the right to name him. Nefertem wasn't exactly one to make plans, but was generally pretty happy most of the time. He had a habit of playing jokes, but was overall a nice kid.
Hatshepsut was their second child, again, named by Bastet. She was thirteen, born shortly after Nefertem. A pretty normal kid, more studious than her brother though that was to be expected. She was bright and happy most of the time, but tended to put people off due to her strange ability to seemingly hear what people were thinking without them even speaking. Being a telepath wasn't unusual in the modern day, though having the abilities as pronounced as they were in her were cause for concern. Her parents had made a priority of keeping her away from magic, the risk of her awakening as a psyker was ever-present.
And then... there was Maahes. The youngest of the family being twelve years of age, who by the time of his birth Ptah had entirely given up on picking names. Unlike his brother, he wasn't muscular and didn't have friends, and unlike his sister, he had no special abilities or particularly good grades to admire. He was a slim, effeminate-looking boy who had no discernable talents outside of being seemingly angry all the time. He dressed in black and was a loner, producing an ominous crunch of fried chicken as he stared at his mom. She was a goddess! How could she squandor her power like this and leave him with nothing! She sat around, drinking beer and paying bills! To say nothing of feeding the cats, oh how Maahes despised the family's seven cats, though his hate was more fueled by their own distaste for him. He kept his head down as his siblings and parents laughed about some stupid thing. He'd show them, he'd show them all. He'd take what his mother wouldn't give him, and then he'd have loads of friends!
"Just you wait..."
Maahes looked down at a dusty old book, stolen from the town library most likely. A book of hedge wizardry. It was nothing much, and were it not for his divine ancestry he would never be able to use it for anything. Though, while he may be concocting an evil plan, Bastet looked up at him, clearly brooding over something.
"What's that, Maahes? Meow~"
Maahes jolted, dropping his book on the floor and sitting up straight to try and not look suspicious.
"Oh! Nothing mom! you stupid lazy drunk"
Hatshepsut raised an eyebrow at Maahes.
"Uh, I gotta go to the bathroom... I'll get you too, creep"
Maahes, without waiting to be excused, took off, grabbing his book from under the chair and locking himself in the bathroom for the rest of the evening. Later that night, Ptah would lay awake, as Bastet crawled into bed.
"There's something up with that kid, you think we should try to help him? He's clearly going through something..."
Snooooorrre~
Ptah patted bastet on the back as she passed out in his arms, they'd talk about it in the morning, probably. It's not like Maahes was about to run away, or something. Right!?
This was a very large foyer.
A massive staircase took up the center of the room, decorated with a regal purple carpet, the bannisters decorated with wood-carved bat images. The floor was made of a dark wood, and the walls were papered over with a dark purple pattern of criss-crossing lines. Candelabra's decorated the walls, glowing enough to illuminate the room alongside the bright chandelier hanging from the roof. The windows had dark purple curtains, drawn back, hanging from them, while various gold-handled doors stood at the sides of both the top and bottom floors. Suits of armor stood at attention in four corners of the room, and hanging above the top of the staircase, alongside several other similar portraits, was a massive image of a purple haired woman in a dress, leaning back on an ornate chair with purple cushioning, a parasol in her hand.
And that same woman was standing at the top of the staircase.
"Welcome to my manor, dear guests. You may call me Duchess. May I..." She stopped, then stared at Cloneya.
...was she licking her lips?
"...may I ask why such an...intriguing guest...has entered my home?" Duchess said, grinning at them. Cloneya specifically, it seemed.
Yep, she was definitely licking her lips, alongside that uncomfortable stare.
