His eminence? Oh I like you. Flattery is worth than gold here.
14. Who wants your final death right now?
Darling.... really, who doesn't? Outside of my little slice of Set pie I am disliked for following the teachings of my sire. Though we are numerous within the greater clan, even more so after that unfortunate meeting with the Camarilla, the "Orthodoxy" doesn't like us. So I'm sure there is a handful there. Jealousy and fear also play a role in that my dear. My daughter's birth has gained me enemies. That's just life for our kind isn't it? Even if you hide in a hole, someone with think it's reason enough to want to end your existence.
26. What would your mortal self think of you now?
Oh, well.. that's a tough one. On one hand, amazed. Reverent even. How many men get to behold themselves as a god? Even in my day, not many. It would be unthinkable to become what I am now. On the other hand, I would heavily consider how to swindle myself out of everything. I was enterprising in my youth.
It may be similar to when I caught site of my sire for the first time. Awe. Horror. Arousal. There was a lot going on in my mind and body.
42. What does your vitae taste like?
I haven't the faintest clue. Few have the chance to taste and I have never asked. I can tell you the effect it has on my heart, my wife, but im not sure this is the right place to expand on that. Other things may start expanding and well, there wouldn't be much more talking after that. Suffice to say, it's divine.
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The World card in Tarot represents achievement, fulfillment, possibilities and happy endings. An ending to a cycle before the next beginning comes where another fool takes a hero's journey. A finale.
I drew three complete groups together, enjoying their peace. It may be temporary, but they are all whole units. The Followers of Set - Harrakhty, his wife Parvati, and their daughter Kahanni. The Setites taking pride and true joy with their little godling. Nythanel and Noa, two halves of the same soul that have clawed their way to the top, together - and it will always be so. The Stakebait Coterie, a bunch of Thinbloods who wouldn't have picked this life but now they wouldn't trade each other for the world.
Thank you all so much for letting me indulge and draw our characters for the Fangfest! This was so awesome and I was jazzed to do it the whole time! And of course, the biggest thank you to @thesixthplaneteer who contributed inspiration and a lot of the characters to this line up. <3
Not quite related to the "how has her faith shaped her" response I made, but Kahn related nevertheless! Kahanni has been raised, aside from nannies and tutors, mostly by her father. Not because Parvati wants to be an absentee mother, but because Parvati is a Methuselah Ravnos that was cursed with the newest bane after the death of Zapathasura. Basically Ravnos can't stay in one place too long otherwise they get burned up from within, and with Parvati being so old that she needs to torpor often, she basically has to be shipped around to keep her from exploding. Thankfully she has a sect and lover that can provide these means to her.
But! That basically means for a good chunk of Kahn's life, she's really only her seen her mother at night, or asleep before she inevitably has to be carted off somewhere else. Harrakhty would keep Parvati's body close to wherever they're staying... but with things getting dicey when it comes to sect political shake-ups AND the inquisition, he has to be a bit more careful with how close she is....
I DO think Kahn is a LOT of the way she is because of Harrakhty and Harrakhty having to raise a daughter without Parvati always being there to temper him. By that I mean - keep him from overblowing how special Kahn is and how to handle regular parenting choices. Parvati was a mother in life before her Embrace and is basically 80% of Harri's impulse control. Harri was Embraced basically as a late teen early twenty-something (he looks more DILFY now due to shapeshifting magic) so this man has not had to raise children and he's like 3000 years old. Whoops! Here's a baby, good luck old man!
"my ocs kissing your ocs. imagine. consider." Different universes aside please know that my Mekhet Helena is doing The Most to get a single night with Parvati and Harrakhty
Tee hee *twirling hair around finger* Oh hey oh hiiiii ~ <3
This is the last thing I wrote, it's part of my outline for OC Kiss week!! Specifically the Heartbreak prompt. So it's a little sad.
There is silence, then she is engulfed in flames, but she remains silent. The the other bodies with her burn, the illusionary figures scream as the illusion itself is engulfed in flame. The heat is intense, then silence, nothing but the ash remains. The spectral figure moves over them and disappears.
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Harrakhty likes to wear the finest things befitting the situation. For more relaxed public looks he likes bright loose fashion. For meetings and more serious business he has his western style suits with bright embellishments or in vibrant colors. In temple he will wear his fine robes on special occasion or something loose and flowing on more casual days. Otherwise, the only thing covering him is his wife, she is the finest thing he has after all.
Clan: Follwers of Set
Path: The Path of Ecstasy
Generation: 5th
Favorite Discipline: Serpentis
You've mentioned his use of a Sobek for during the Week of Nightmares- is he related to the man himself? How did he come to associate his war form with an ancient Abomination?
Ooof there is a good bit of lore to cover here so I cant guarantee my accuracy to canon lore.
Harrakhty was born in around 2000bc at the end of Ramesses II's rule. He was raised literally dirt poor so as he grew up, he sought excess in everything. Lovers, money, food, drugs. He wanted more and more. That landed him in the Palace of Veils, the founding temple of the Cult of Taweret. He was trying to steal from them and was caught only just before being able to escape, getting the attention of his soon to be sire, Taweret.
She took him as hers and kept him as a ghoul for over a hundred years, slowly and meticulously grooming him before embracing him. She hated having Sobek the Abomination as a sibling. The idea of sharing anything to do with made her skin crawl in inpleasurable ways. So she groomed Harrakhty as a replacement. After all, very few if anyone other than Set himself even knew that Sobek the Abomination even existed, there were only rumors and the supernatural corcodiles that crawled onto the banks at the temple of the cult Abd'al-Sobek. Tarewet didn't care if it was true, the fact the rumors existed and a cult to it also practiced the path of Ecstacy like her own glorious Set loving cult, was enough for her to want it destroyed or otherwise.
After embracing Harrakhty she trained him out of the public eye. She made him into the Sobek she thought would take the place of the Abomination in the eyes of its followers and possibly even make papa Set proud. Harrakhty’s debut was him being unleashed on the Abd'al-Sobek along with a small army of her followers. It wasn't a glorious battle fought in a field. Harrakhty believe himself to be the true Sobek remanifested on earth, and his tactics mimicked that of a crocodile. Vanishing with Obfuscate, appearing to attack and disappearing again, like a crocodile in murky waters. Many would call it a dishonorable slaughter rather than a battle. The temple fell and any of the Abd'al-Sobek that didn't recognize him as the true Sobek were killed. The ones that did follow him alligned themselves with the Cult of Tarewet and became Harrakhty’s own micro cult within it. As for the ghoul-idiles. They were branded as false prophets sent from the underworld by Anubis because the guy is right here, obvs.
So Harrakhty considers himself the god of fertility while his sire believes she is the goddess of fertility. They lay the seed of "truth" in the minds of mortal and kindred, increasing the children of Set.
So, in short, his sire wanted to practice some advanced historical revisionism, and Harrakhty proved a good vessel for that.
The reason when I personally chose it, My Dad's side of the family are gator people. Gator farm, gator hunting, egg collecting, even had a gator focused zoo at one point. So I like gators and crocs. And a god of fertility just really fits someone on the path of ecstasy.
Extra fun fact: Harrakhty wanted to be like Set but not be Set (because he doesn't want to look like a knock-off lmao) and that's why he has golden hair. It's not meant to be blonde but actually metalic and shiney gold. Because Set has red hair and Harrakhty wanted colored hair like granddad.
I'm giving Nyth 🎁 - Ralph I'm giving 🤗 - Godwynn I'm giving 🩹- and Harrakhty I'm giving 💬
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hello to my biggest fan!! So many ❤️ Responses below the break!
Nyth - 🎁 - A gift tailored to them
He looked himself over in the mirror, inspecting his latest handy work. He looked, sounded, and felt like himself again. A few tweaks here and there but as the potion promised, his ideal self was manifested. He looked down from the mirror the velvet box. It was black with a pink and green ribbon. A tag dangled from the knot of the ribbon with his name, Nythanel Loken-Hidalgo. The wedding was still some time off but seeing the name written out made it feel so much closer. Taking the box in hand he pulled the lid off to reveal it's contents. Crimson stones shined and sparkled in the light. They made up the seeds set in an enameled pomegranate. Golden leaves framed the fruit and a golden chain dangled down from it. The brooch was beautiful. A symbol of resurrection, a reminder of the lengths Noa would go to for him.
Ralph - 🤗- A warm hug
"Hey Ralph, Guess what?" Khloe said as she stood next to him.
"What!?" He said with a playful over excitement.
"Chicken Butt!" She threw herself at him, near knocking him and the chair he was in over. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tightly. He squeezed her with all his might, savoring the moment of closeness.
Godwynn - 🩹 - Someone tenderly patching their wounds
(Going to the Dark Ages AU for this one!)
Fever made him miserable and so he made the others who tended to him miserable. But there was one that seemed to be more stalwart against his unpleasant disposition. Noa rolled back the sleeves of her habit then cut and peeled away the wet bandages from his leg. He inhaled sharply through his teeth.
"Tender as ever, sister." His words dripped with venom, trying to provoke her like the others.
Her head turned and he saw the dark eyes he found himself dreaming of once the potions took hold of him and forced him to slumber.
"I have come to think that you enjoy torturing me." He griped as she prepared a new bandage. "Is that why only you tend to me now?"
"Sir, you wound me with your accusation." She said flatly as she pressed the bandage to his leg and applied more pressure than needed without breaking eye contact.
He tensed and clenched his jaw, letting out a groan of discomfort, holding back the swears his mind conjured only because he knew she would retaliate.
"Enough!" He erupted.
Sister Noa looked back to her work and applied the fresh bandage with more delicate care.
"Surely bringing hell to an Abbey is some sin." He nagged as she finished her work, not responding to him.
He reached out with one hand. "The elixir. It was left out of my reach."
She looked to where his hand was out stretched, toward the windowsill. Upon it was a earthenware bottle stopped with a cork. Without speaking she walked to the window and picked it up. She brought it closer to him, placing it on the side table, an inch from his finger tips.
"You are vile, you-" He was cut off by her.
"Sir, you have asked for my touch and when I give it you would drowned the echoes of it with drugs? You would banish my affections so swiftly?" She is deadpan as she speaks, not allowing him to have any hint of her true emotions on the subject.
Godwynn retracted his hand and grumbled. Shifting uncomfortable in his bed he didn't look away from her gaze.
"Good night, good knight." She said, a smirk cracking her placid façade.
"I hope you dream of my retribution upon you, good sister." He responded.
Harrakhty - 💭 - Some fond reminiscence
As with most nights, Harrakhty awoke before his wife. He propped himself up on his side, and let his eyes wander over her. Memories flooded his reanimated mind. Long nights of running through dense forests. Battles in ancient ruins. He hunted her and she hunted him. Until the night they battled for too long. The sun threated to breach the horizon. They had no choice but to take shelter together. He finally had his hands on her, and he's never wanted to let her go since.
