When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The runes that covered her were light, like they had been etched into her skin by the moon's very own hand. This woman... this creature, she was covered in the symbols they were all taught as children, but a few stood out to Orion the most. Death. Consequence. Chaos. Liar. Feral. What was she? Orion didn't know, but he knew that he had been shown this dream for a reason: as instruction. You weren't just given dreams like that to log into a book and then forget about. This was a brute divine calling to a subject they deemed fit to do the chore. Kill her. Sometimes it takes meeting the right (or wrong) person to show oneself how vile one truly was. COPYRIGHT 2016-2025 _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

"I only date black guys." "So because of the pigment of my skin you won't give me a chance." "Basically. No hard feelings though. Besides I like something I can...grab." She looked down toward my **** and proceeded to leave. Before she could walk away I pulled her toward me. "Do that feel small to you?" _________________________________________ Jaelyn Evans didn't date much. She's known as cold, aloaf, unapproachable. She has a permanent resting bitch face and curved every guy that came around. She had her own group of friends; her model: no new friends. So when she saw Axel around her friends. She was annoyed. Did that stop Axel, nope. If anything that only made him want her more. Axel Parks wasn't always popular, if anything he was the exact opposite, but after the summer of Junior year, he glowed up. His popularity immediately changed and he was a magnet with the ladies, he could get any girl he wanted. Except the one girl he really wanted didn't want him or any guy for that matter, but he wasn't going to give up.

"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay