«𓇋𓂝𓎛𓇹𓄫𓅱𓏏𓏒𓏥»

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(𓇋)       From the moment she’s set foot in this forsaken place, Ahmanet had felt... off. Something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t solely the fact that her powers were restricted. Her memories had been scattered, anything from before, a jumbled mess. Most of her time out was spent trying to retrace her steps, starting over, another part was a slow recovery of her own strength. Her evenings, like tonight, were spent as more of a hunt than anything else. She was disoriented to say the least, but relied on her most basic instincts for survival. Her regeneration was at half its potency, when she’d arrived she was weakened, shriveled almost. But that was familiar. It’s as though she’s lived it before. Her mind, uncertain. Nonetheless, the Egyptian woman returned to the town home she shared with three others, letting out a deep sigh. Upon entering, the lamp was still on in the room. She noticed one of her roommates was lounging on the couch. Oh. It was that one.

         Ever since her arrival, she hadn’t particularly spent time with any of them, but this one -- there was something about the way she occasionally noticed him glaring at her.  A vague shell of someone she might’ve known perhaps, but from where? And when? His unique set of eyes couldn’t possibly be misplaced. A gaze with a thousand daggers. But Ahmanet was no foreigner to making enemies, or those wanting to kill her. Noticing that she too, had unwittingly been staring in return, she speaks up finally. Her tone, resentful, irate. But in her eyes somewhere whispered a dull, quiet pain. Why was it? And why did she even care?

❝ Is there something you wish to say? If my appearance unnerves you, that is a problem you will have to deal with. But every single time I come back here, and you’re here, it’s as though you have some sort of bone to pick with me. So what, pray tell, do you want? ❞

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(𓇋)       Oh no.

      Ahmanet immediately recognized the man. She’d met him here, in the remains of this terribly broken city. Ruins, one could hardly say it was much left. His alluring presence, the long hair that spilled over his hair, his gentle caress. She was certain, he was the one she’d had her little rendezvous with, one night. He whispered softly into the clavicles of her collarbone, that he’d never experienced a woman. The woman shudders slightly, reliving the moment for a brief second. Ahmanet hardly believed it, even now. A faint color paints her expression, visibly embarrassed by his presence, although she seemed to be doing well in keeping her composure. She seemed as chilling as she normally might. Then again, there was nothing particularly inviting about her initial appearance. Although, she’d found ways to clean up nicely over the course of five thousand years. She approaches him as she spots him from across a series of destroyed buildings, lifting her hand in a slight wave.

❝ --Nikkari, was it? Out for an evening walk?  ❞

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(𓇋)      ❝ Yes. ❞ With a deep exhale, Ahmanet sighs as the two sit quietly, watching the memory of her past come to life. The past Ahmanet emerges from the other room, her body free of any markings, kneeling down before an Egyptian scroll, dead crows scattered across, all hanging from the ceiling, motionless. Together, they watch Ahmanet recite incantatons in Ancient Egyptian, drawing forth the Egyptian God of chaos, storms and deserts– Set. With a knife, she slices the blade across her left palm, closing her eyes at the sharp pain. Hovering her hand over the offerings, she allows the blood to run from her hand and into the bowl. At that moment, the crows frantically flap their wings and caw all around her, fires that were lit burning fiercely now.

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(𓇋)      ❝ You see, I’ve always preferred to take my time. ❞ Ahmanet chuckles softly, taking in the sight of the gorgon. 

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20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?

I think I summed it up with this post– However, to expand upon that, she holds an unspoken sort of distance between her and someone she holds an impersonal relationship with, I think the way she views it is kind of like a hierarchy– she’s predisposed to being more amicable, more open with people she’s comfortable with. She trusts them, sees them as an ally– they hold more power.  Whereas, people who don’t matter, she’s detatched from, or are strangers to Ahmanet, doesn’t particularly make her feel any sort of way towards them, even if they are suffering before her eyes. It takes time to build that sort of relationship with her, which can be difficult because she seems to keep to herself many times, due to a profound lack of trust in others.

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

Most people don’t really like the mere sight of her for the following reasons: 

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