The gods haven was not the wastelands Aketch adored but it was still her home and she felt a calling back to the cold peaks of the gods haven. Her powers were not yet recharged so in a way she supposed it was a safe place to rest once in a while until she recovered from her reawakening.
Black tattered feathers of that of a vulture were fanned out above the sky of the haven as she circled around looking for a good place to land. The haven seemed pretty empty these days so there wasn't a lot to watch out for. Choosing what looked to be a nice soft patch of snow the goddess began her descent out reaching her claws ready for impact. The landing was a success and the snow beneath had proven to be a wise landing choice with a loud crunching sound that followed.
Against the pure whiteness the goddess looked very out of place with her darker features and blood red markings. Aketch was a scary looking goddess but her heart did not match her exterior. She was not a saint but she surely was no terror.
Lifting a claw she daintily pressed it in the snow before her repeating the crunch noise. Delighted, the goddess did the same with her other front claw. Aketch lifted her head proudly and daintily began her walk and crunch partly looking for a nice place to lay down but mostly enjoying the satisfying crunch beneath her claws and back paws. The enjoyment was a secret she'd hold close.
.:. Shadows of Africa - New Guild! .:.
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