Sakhmet

[≈ Sky ≈]

Note: Three earrings in the right ear, two in the left. Right eye is gold, the left is red. Click for larger reference image.**

:Basics:

Name: Sakhmet [Sock-met]
Species: Caracal
Gender: Female
Age: Three
Height: 18 inches
Weight: 23 lbs
Pride: Aryion
Rank: Number
Parents: Keila (F) x Podifur (M)
Siblings: Unknown
Mate: None
Spawn: None

:Appearance:

TBA - See picture for now.

**Until further notice, her design no longer has the dual-color stripes on her legs and forehead.

:Personality:

TBA - See history for understanding.

Summary: Respects hierarchy, loves herbs and poisons, cool and calm, quiet.

:History:

Pre-forum...

My memories have not yet faded of the old days. I remember the sick scent of man that had filled my nose at childbirth, as I took my first look at my surroundings; if I did not know then the meaning of slavery, I soon would. This was a world where I was pawned as an object, and worth a great deal, but never could their toys and their tools be an adequate exchange for my body, my soul. The man hut claimed my first breaths, but it would never have me.

My mother, Keila? She was a fool. It was her idiocy that had led my birth to happen in such a place, and it's a terrible shame I never forget things: she's long-since become dead to me, and she does not deserve the longevity my thoughts provide. I wouldn't have been caught by man after pregnancy as she did. Oh, she loved me, she cleaned me and looked after me, but she was lost to the enemy from the day they captured her... And the second she accepted her position as subordinate, she was beneath me. Dead to me. I would not be dragged down to her level, or that of the dogs'.

Oh, the dogs. It was bad enough that the Blackbloods would come and flaunt their strength, helping man take down mammoths and then choosing to wear their mark until the day they die, and then some. At least they returned to their homeland; the dogs licked the ground where man walked and forgot the taste of freedom. Their numbness to the world brings them down, and they begin to believe a life of work is a good one. I guess some creatures are born to be slaves. That's fine. It would be ridiculous to suggest everyone is equal. But I will not settle for the lower half.

Where my mother was a fool, I was not. I escaped not only with the "master's" most prized possession, myself, but also their secrets. I watched where others slept, and I know much... I am young, but I can kill you without lifting a paw with my poisons. If you are injured, I know what plants will relieve you of the pain. I've seen the proper way to dress wounds even in the absence of the man's cloth, and am immune to the sight of Death as he takes the life of another when such procedures fail - the compassion that once lingered in my heart died, and in exchange, I became more powerful.

Power is to be respected. Those who have control over others, those with that power, they deserve the respect for taking their proper place above others. I deserve your respect also, but even if you refuse to give that, I will accept your fear. That is sufficient. I'm small, but I could lead an army, if I was given the chance... They too deserve respect, even my own, if their duties are well-kept. That is not my goal. I am content with my herbs and my wisdom, and the power I am given for being myself. I don't need your titles; I take them, earn them, and they are mine.

I traveled for many moons, alone, for Keila had remained at the camp, and now here I stand. I had taken a different name, and I will not state what name I had been first given; Sakhmet signifies my existence and my worth, while the other is of a broken past. This place has a garden, and I tend it delicately... For the time being, this is where I will sleep. We shall see what the future has in store for me...

I will be ready. I am no fool.

Forum...

The lions are strong, I'll give them that. Large and monstrous, it's no wonder they've been left alone here. The hyenas heed their will, the wolves stay away, but I must wonder why they don't gather more of their kind? Aryion is few in number, and so even with the strength of these cats, the pride's power is limited. At least it has no plans to abandon its land for the marshes, as Egypten did. I do not regret staying here in the Savannah, not at all. I only hope that Aryion realizes its weaknesses and improves before it is too late.

--- Pictures ---

Full body by Dakota
Realism sketch by Lungile
Sitting, licking paw by The Saint
Anthro sketch by Kaylii, coloring by Sky
Sketch by Rip, coloring by Sky