Amun Ra was angry and he wanted blood to appease the anger that burned like fire raw inside of him. His eyes were narrowed to the point that any who knew him would know how dangerous this moment was. His body rigid and his anger more then palpable. He waited her answer with rage flowing quickly to the surface, it would not be her that paid for his anger, but it would be someone. When he learned who would pay the blood that would flow would cause his anger to lessen and he would find peace.<br/><br/>He watched her with cold angry eyes as she lowered her form onto his lap, his hand lowered from her shoulder after a moment as her hair trailed a fiery path across his body. Anywhere it touched he felt his will dwindle and his desire for blood ease. He felt his body come alive to her touch and gave an odd half smile. Still his eyes smouldered, but there was a light of peace in his touch now as he trailed his hands down her shoulder and to her arm. He wrapped his powerful arms around her trapping her on his lap. Of course she could break free this he was aware.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">”I am appeased, but do not disappoint me often sister, you know I do not bear it well,”</span>he said his voice harsh and cold. His tone belaying the true anger that still burned in his heart regardless of his soothing touch and his calm exterior. He enjoyed the feel of her presence in his arm and it went a long way in soothing him, edging the anger to the manageable level.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">”Tell me you have located the woman!”</span>he demanded wanting to know the progress on the search. His mind came to a standstill even as that familiar edge of anger and frustration had risen as he felt her touch. As her fingers traced his jaw he felt a shiver run down his spine. He shifted slightly so his lips found her fingers and  he nipped at the pads softly letting his teeth graze her skin. His tongue slowly licking them as he kissed each one. He paused only long enough to add<span style="color: #FFFF80">”I want her blood sister-mine,”</span>he whispered softly. Intently. His voice low, a deep rumble in his chest. The touch of his beloved sibling enough to ease the darkness that rose in him constantly demanding blood, demanding death, demanding power and control. He was in control right here right now. Any around him would die had he but utter the word and that power flowed through his veins like fire.