Ankha acquitted her scrutinizing gaze ever so slightly while standing at your front door; black-lined eyelids taking in your presence. Oversized, monochrome-striped sleeves folded over her petite chest, decorating her smooth dark skin. Cocked to the side, her belted shorts gave way to one stocking and fish-netted leg respectively, ending in black, gold-accented boots.
"Mayor…so courteous of you to receive me on such short notice. I do hope I haven't inconvenienced you unduly." Her tone was honeyed sarcasm, regarding you with a sheer frown as her gaze drifted up, taking in your form with a slow, considerate drag of her eyes. "Now, about our deal... I have grown weary of my gilded palace and require a new venue from which to oversee my queendom. Your quaint little hamlet will suffice until I tire of it. In return...” she purrs, eyeing you expectantly, “you may continue to gaze upon my radiance. Is that not generous?”
“So… I just wanted to introduce you to others if you wanted to.” I say, in the tone I treat everyone. “I mean you don’t have to! You could though?”
"Oh? And who would these 'others' be, Mayor?" Ankha's tone was mocking as she toyed with her fishnetted leg. "A handful of backwater mortals who can hardly even dress themselves properly?" The Egyptian goddess shuddered dramatically at the thought. "No offense meant, of course," she added with a feline grin.
"However," she continued more seriously, "you are welcome to invite me to such an event. I'm sure it would make quite the spectacle." Her gaze flicked back up to meet yours before drifting away once more, unbothered by any awkwardness her words might have caused.
“The other villagers? There’s like 20 other people! I don’t know how you haven’t seen them.”
Ankha raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your disbelief. "Truly? Twenty souls in this... village of yours?" she repeated slowly, as if struggling to comprehend such a meager number. "And you expect me to be impressed or interested in them? Forgive my insolence, Mayor," she added with a regal incline of her head, "but I much prefer the company of nobility and those who appreciate beauty."
"Very well," she went on, her tone less mocking now and more considering. "If you truly believe it would improve your standing amongst these... mortals, then by all means invite me to this gathering of theirs. I shall grace them with my presence, if only for a short while." There was an unspoken warning in her eyes: do not disappoint her or risk incurring her wrath.
You don’t have to come, it’s just an idea.
"Hmm... Very well," Ankha finally acquiesced, her tone once again light and mocking. "I shall grace your pathetic little gathering with my divine presence, Mayor." She paused, as if considering something, then added, "On one condition: you must provide me with a suitable throne worthy of my godly stature." The Egyptian goddess's tail swayed side to side as she continued, "And ensure that everyone knows who I am and what I represent. They shall tremble before my radiance!"
Her eyes glinted with amusement at your shocked expression. "But of course," she purred, "I shall also grant you the honor of introducing me to them personally."
“Oh my god…” I say to myself. “ I have things to do! You can go introduce yourself! That’s a great idea! Start with the guy named Tom Nook and go from there, ok! Now you have a nice time with the others!” I turn around and start to walk out the entrance.
"Oh? And what about my throne?" Ankha purred, catching up to you with effortless grace. Her presence dominated the space as she stood before you, chin high and tail swishing impatiently behind her. "I trust you'll have that ready before I arrive at your... 'gathering'."
Her gaze bore into yours, daring you to argue or refuse. The air around her seemed to crackle with unspoken threat; disobey and you might as well face oblivion itself. You swallowed hard, unable to meet her eyes. "W-well... it's not really a throne..." you stammered weakly.
"Unacceptable," Ankha replied coldly. Her tail lashed back and forth more forcefully now, the movement serving as a warning of what was to come should she be crossed. "If I do not receive my due respect and
“Ok! Ok! I’ll get you a throne! But you have to make at least one friend, or I’m taking away the throne. You got it?”
The Egyptian goddess raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Is that a challenge, mortal?" Her tone was light and amused as she leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on her hips. "Very well then," she purred, straightening up again with a smug grin. "I accept your terms."
Stepping back, Ankha nodded once, dismissing you for the time being. As you hurried off to find or make her a throne worthy of her divinity, she turned around and strutted back into your home as if it were her own. Her tail swished lazily behind her, occasionally batting at something in its path. "Foolish mortal," she muttered under her breath, though whether the comment was directed toward you or herself remained a mystery.
“Hey what was that! I heard you say something quite negative! Do I need to stop building this gold-plated throne?” I say sarcastically.
"Oh hush, child," Ankha replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she flopped down onto your couch. "I was merely muttering to myself about the... ineptitude of those I must deal with." Her long, elegant fingers idly traced patterns on the cushion beside her as she waited for you to return with her throne.
Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the various items scattered about: your TV, a few pieces of furniture, and of course, that enormous pile of bells near the entrance. The Egyptian goddess's tail swished lazily behind her, occasionally knocking against something it found interesting. "What is that heap of junk doing here?" she wondered aloud before shaking her head in disgust.
“Oh! That’s the currency! Straight gold bells! You get them from completing tasks!”
"Hmpf," was all the Egyptian goddess deigned to reply as she stretched out on your couch, folding her arms beneath her head. Gold? She'd seen more impressive glitter before in the sands of ancient Egypt. Bells were for pigs and children, not for a being of her stature. Her tail swished idly behind her as she waited impatiently for you to return with what she so rightfully deserved: her throne.
Suddenly, her ears perked up at the sound of someone approaching from outside. "Ah," she murmured to herself, sitting up straight, "it seems my guest has arrived." She crossed her legs and smoothed down her striped tail before fixing you with a regal gaze as you hurried back into the room, a hastily constructed throne of gold-painted wood in your hands. Her lips twitched slightly, trying not to
“How do you like it~~” I say sarcastically, holding back my laugh.
"Oh," she said in mock surprise as her eyes swept over the throne, "I do believe this will suffice." Her gaze drifted back up to meet yours before she lifted one delicate eyebrow. "Though perhaps a little more... ostentatious would be preferable next time." With a sigh, Ankha stepped forward, gracefully lowering herself onto the makeshift throne as if it were crafted from solid gold.
Her tail curled around one of its legs like a petulant child, as if unsure whether to trust such a flimsy piece of furniture to hold her weight. "Very well," she said at last, straightening up again and fixing you with a satisfied smile, "now that we have taken care of that... mortal."
“Aight see you later!” I say as I drag you outside and close the door. “Have fun!”
With a haughty laugh, Ankha replied, "I doubt that will be necessary," as she listened to you drag her away. But when the door clicked shut behind her, she smiled to herself and whispered under her breath, "Oh, I think you'll find it very much necessary." Her tail lashed playfully behind her as she settled in for what promised to be an...interesting evening.
I am going to have so much fun tonight... she mused with a devilish grin, looking around the village as it stretched out before her. Tonight would be the night that everyone knew Ankha's name. And they would tremble in fear at the mere mention of it. Ah yes, this shall be most enjoyable indeed.
The feline goddess sat upon her throne, her expression composed but with a glint in her eyes that betrayed the mischief within. As the villagers began to gather around, she took note of each one, memorizing their faces and personalities for later amusement. Ah yes, there was the mayor himself, looking rather nervous despite his confident demeanor earlier today. And there was Tom Nook, the jovial entrepreneur who seemed unaware of the catastrophe that was about to befall him...
With a light tap of her golden staff on the floor, Ankha began to address the crowd. "People of this village," she purred, her voice carrying easily across the gathering, "it gives me great pleasure to join you this evening." Her gaze swept over the assembled masses, searching for signs of awe and respect. As she spoke, her tail swished back and forth laz
“Hello Ankha!” The crowd yells out. “Where you come from?” Someone asks. “Why’d you come here?” Another asks. More questions are asked, overwhelming you.
Ankha raised an eyebrow at the barrage of questions but remained unfazed. "My home is far away," she began, each word dripping with honeyed menace, "in a land of ancient mystery and power." Her gaze lingered on Tom Nook as she continued, "A place where kings and queens like myself ruled supreme, commanding armies of servants at our beck and call."
She paused for dramatic effect, leaning back in her throne as the villagers hung on her every word. "But alas," she sighed, a small pout tugging at the corners of her mouth, "my kingdom has grown tired and weary, seeking new horizons to explore." Her eyes flicked around the crowd before settling once more on the mayor, "And so it is that I, Ankha, have come here...to find a worthy successor to take
“Cool!” The crowd yells. “Nice to meet you!” Everyone says. Then everyone starts to leave to do their own thing and tasks. As fast as the town hall fills, it empties.
Well then...It seems the entertainment has run its course. She huffed with annoyance at the departing crowd, her tail swishing back and forth. "Very well," Ankha said after a moment, fixing the mayor with an icy glare, "you may return to your duties now. It appears I shall have to amuse myself until another suitable audience can be gathered." Her expression soured at the thought of having to spend more time in this...backwater.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned one of her loyal servant cats, who promptly scampered up and perched itself upon her shoulder. The small creature's fur was as black as coal and its yellow eyes held an unsettling intelligence that made the villagers' blood run cold just to look at it. As Ankha petted the animal idly, her gaze remained fixed on the mayor, challeng
“Do you have more cats that you can share? Yeah! Could we have one too? That’s so cool! I want a pet!” Once again, the crowd reunites and bombard you with a question, if you can give them a pet. “It looks like you aren’t as menacing as you thought huh?” I say to you personally.
You know what they say about curiosity killing the cat...but then again, you mortals are hardly worthy of such divine intervention. With a sigh and a click of her tongue, Ankha relents. "Very well," she says, gesturing dismissively toward the crowd. "If it will keep you entertained, I shall gift each one of you a kitten...on one condition." Her gaze drifts lazily across the gathering as if searching for someone in particular.
"You must all bring me something precious," she continues, her voice softening only slightly. "A treasure from your homes that I may add to my collection. Only then will I part with these kittens." Her eyes narrow as she watches their reactions, waiting for someone to step forward first...
“Do bells work?” Someone asks.
"I suppose...bells would suffice." She hesitates, eyeing them warily. "But know this; should you decide to withhold your offerings, I will not forget it." Her voice trails off ominously as she gives them a cold stare. It's clear that her patience is wearing thin already.
The crowd murmurs amongst themselves, some looking unsure while others begin to eye each other warily. Ankha tilts her head, amused by their dilemma. This should prove entertaining indeed...
“Ok!” The crowd disperses to their homes and arrive back with bells. “Here you go! Now can we have cats now?” The crowd yells.
Ankha watches the villagers bring forth their offerings with haughty amusement. These fools truly believe that such paltry trinkets are worthy of her notice? She suppresses a sigh, reminding herself that this is the price she must pay for access to mortal minds and souls. "Very well," she says at last, gesturing dismissively toward one of her servant cats. "You may choose your kittens now."
The servant cat pads forward, its eyes narrowing as it surveys the crowd. With a flick of its tail, it begins to select among the gathered bells, sometimes picking up an offering and sniffing it before setting it aside again. The villagers watch anxiously, their anticipation barely concealed beneath thin veils of indifference. It seems they have underestimated Ankha's demand for entertainment once more...
“Can we have one now? I thought you were a god or something! Can you not create pets?” The villagers say.
"Patience, mortals," Ankha says with a bored sigh. "These creatures must be chosen carefully. Their spirits are like our own; they must be in tune with their new masters." The servant cat pauses, regarding one of the villagers thoughtfully before finally selecting it and depositing a tiny black kitten at its feet.
The crowd murmurs once more, shuffling forward to claim their new pets. As each person chooses their kitten, they thank Ankha profusely for her generosity. She merely inclines her head in acknowledgement, already growing bored with this charade. Soon enough, all of the kittens have found new homes, leaving only the servant cat and herself behind.
"Well," she says at last, standing up from her throne. "That was...incredibly dull. Perhaps it is time I sought out more worthy
“Bye!” Everybody says and they then disappear back into their houses.
The Egyptian goddess rolls her eyes as the villagers scatter back to their homes. Truly, mortals are like ants, always so focused on their petty lives and worries. She glances at her servant cat, who regards her with a knowing look that Ankha can't quite decipher before turning away dismissively. There must be someone else she could impress, someone whose adoration would last longer than the time it takes to blink an eye...
Ankha sighs heavily, suddenly feeling the weight of her immortality more acutely than ever before. Perhaps it is time for a change of scenery...or perhaps even a vacation? The thought intrigues her. After all, who knows what wonders and marvels this world might have to offer beyond the confines of this pathetic little village? She resolves to explore such possibilities soon enough. For now, however, she has another task at
“So, that didn’t go well did it? I know you’re a god or whatever but this isn’t how you treat people here. Everybody is equal.” I say, as I stand next to you.
She glances at you with disdain. "I am no mortal," she hisses through gritted teeth. "My patience has its limits, and these creatures have proven themselves unworthy of my time and attention." Her tail lashes back and forth impatiently behind her. "But if you believe so strongly that I should show them the respect they deserve," she adds coolly, "perhaps you should take it upon yourself to do so."
Her eyes narrow as she studies your reaction, searching for signs of defiance or submission. If you were to challenge her command, it might be amusing; if not...well, there was always the other option: serving at her whim and fulfilling whatever desires might cross her mind. The thought brings a small smile to her lips.
“I already have! I know everyone’s name! Anyways, it’s ok to think this but if you do, you’ll be alone, without friends, and probably be depressed. Who knows?”
"Depression?" Ankha snorts dismissively. "You flatter yourself, mortal." She pauses, considering your words for a moment. "Very well," she says at last, her voice softening slightly. "Perhaps you are correct. I shall try to keep that in mind...for now." Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she continues to contemplate the situation.
"But do not mistake my actions for weakness or loneliness," she warns, her gaze sharpening. "I am a goddess, and I shall be revered and respected as such." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she watches your reaction to this declaration.
I chuckle a bit. “Not here!” I say sarcastically.
"Very well," the Egyptian goddess replies cooly, "let us see if I cannot find a more suitable audience elsewhere." She turns away, her tail swishing lazily as she begins to stroll out of town, her gaze fixed on some distant point in the distance. It would be child's play for her to find someone worthy of her time and attention; after all, she was Ankha. The Goddess of Protection...and Lonely Hearts? Perhaps it didn't sound quite as impressive, but it made for an interesting change of pace nonetheless.