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While the Queen seemed to be at ease, her eyes tracked the hellhound’s motions, watching, waiting, she was vigilant even if appearing as laid back as the classroom clown.

Jovial attitudes masking her own sizing up of the hound before her, her sniffing, her curiosity, and the fact that she growled. How nice to see, something with some bite, but that wasn’t really her concern, she could bite with her hands just as well as this hound could with their teeth.

“You sure have quite the nose don’t you? Hasn’t your master ever told you.”

“Never to go sniffing into other people’s affairs.”

“Less you bark at something that could maul you?”

It seemed like this hound was onto her, but the Queen had her goals, her mission to attend to, and no dog was about to bite her ankles out before she finished her job.

           “I don’t really give a shit who you are, an ordinary person or a legendary Amazon --- you don’t belong here and you need to go back. That’s my job,” answered Nenet, teeth still bared and lips twitching as she snarled. Some toxic white foam began to collect on the corners of her mouth, and her hair was starting to grow wild. She was highly considering shifting into her true body right then and there but there were so many people around --- it would cause a scene and probably cause a great deal of trouble for her master.

“You’re lucky we’re on a crowded street...,” continued Nenet, walking backwards and away from Hippolyta. Her snarling subsided, she calmed down a fraction. 

“Watch your back, queenie. I’ll be dragging you back to Hell soon enough...,” she threatened with a rudely jabbed finger at her before Nenet turned around and hurried off.

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“Hmm… well… I’ve only ever eaten people for five thousand five hundred and forty-three years… … .. They really are quite delicious; the best part is that soft fleshy bit right beneath the thumb…,” she answered, thinking about it as she offered a suggestion to the werewolf. If she told this bitch she could eat other things, then she’d try to make her eat other things and that was not about to happen. Besides, Nenet wasn’t entirely sure if she could eat anything else; she had never tried.

Nenet had discovered she could drink coffee, shakes, alcohol and other tasty drink-like things but food…? She had no plans of changing that. 

“Such a colorful array of names, Nenet is the one I’ll stick to for now.” 

Hippolyta didn’t seem to hide anything about herself, her rather slick modern attire, well cut and beautiful hair, eyes always seemed shut, or barely opening, making it hard to tell where they were looking and how they were reacting.

“Sniffin’ around till you spotted me that is? Curious! But fun as well, I always loved drawing some types of attention, a hellhound’s today? Very fun.”

There was whimsical playfulness to her words, as if taking this entire moment in stride, like a freshly freed spirit, both literally and figuratively. 

“Must be, a rather unique experience to cross paths then. But i assure you, my stay is.. temporary.”

Not really, but they didn’t need to know more.

      A colorful array of names, indeed... After having lived so long, one gets bored with what people call them. Nenet was an ancient existence; she wouldn’t really call herself a living creature because she had no soul, but she did exist... It was an odd existence. Should she ‘die’, she wouldn’t go to any afterlife, Nenhat/Akresh ne Neisheth/Neisheth/Nenet the Hellhound would simply cease to exist. She was originally born during the most ancient of civilizations’ rule, hence her oldest Sumerian name... but she had taken a liking to the Egyptian name Nenet and adopted it as her own.

Nenet didn’t hide her actions as she took a long deep sniff of the air, collecting Hippolyta’s scent for her memory... She may need it sometime, because something didn’t seem right about Hippolyta being here. Nenet had no idea why Hippolyta wouldn’t be where she belonged, but she didn’t like it.

Like a dog growling at a new piece of furniture in the house, Nenet knew something was off.

And accordingly, the black-haired Nenet growled at Hippolyta for all of a second, lips peeling back to reveal black gums and unreasonably large canines. She barked at the Amazon queen, black forked tongue visible for a moment. Passerby stared at the inhuman occurrence and hurried by, frightened.

In the face of a potentially escaped soul, Nenet was reverting to her instincts.

“I was dead for that long, but you remember. So we’re both a little odd aren’t we, at least to each other. Tell me, who might you be.”

Hearing the name Hades was never pleasant, but hearing the shift in employer did make sense. Can’t serve what doesn’t remain after all, or what doesn’t want you maybe.

“You already know me after all.”

     “... My name is Nenet... It was Neisheth... and Akresh ne Neisheth before that... and Nenhat before that,” she answered with a slightly suspicious narrowing of her eyes as she looked the Amazon queen up and down. Definitely Hippolyta... Maybe Nenet should go back to Hell and let someone know about this...? 

Were souls escaping...? No... If souls were escaping en masse, Nenet would have been called back by now...

“Don’t tell me you were someone who wished me dead? I hope my being alive isn’t that much of a bother. As for how, its a secret. Maybe tell me a little about you, and I’ll share it.”

     “I mean... I really don’t give a fuck if you’re alive or dead but you were dead four thousand years ago and it’s a little weird for you to be here walking and breathing now,” she answered, a tad... perturbed. Did the humans figure out how to bring back the dead already? Aw man... the old man is going to be pissed.

Cassandra didn’t really think about how this woman got into her chambers. Perhaps she was that desperate for someone, anyone, to listen to her. To believe her. Maybe, then maybe… Troy could be saved. “I do. I have… had visions.”

     “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here. So your little city is going to be overrun with Greeks and the whole thing is going to be burnt to the ground, huh? Good riddance, I say. You should be happy. All these fucks who never believed you are going to die,”  said Nenet from the edge of Cassandra’s bed.