Amun-Ra's emerald gaze glowed with raw unmitigated anger as he drummed his claws against the gold. The soft scraping sound the only noise that disrupted the silence of the oasis. His hair was every bit as a live as his sister's. It whipped about him seeking a target and outlet for his anger. Usually he had tamed to where it lay silent and resting along his spine. However now it was as alive as the day of his birth. A mirror of the depth of his anger. Where was she. That was all he could focus on. His beloved sister was not in his sight and until she was he wanted blood.<br/><br/>The guards and servants where wise enough not to approach him in this mood. There was no telling who's life he would claim to appease some of hhis anger. None where within reach of either his hands or his hair.<br/><br/>That is when he heard the soft almost inaudible swish of fabrics followed with the almost imperceptible fall of feet on stone. Amunet. He would know that particular walk anywhere. His anger flashed and he gripped the arms of his throne as she neared him. His nails digging into the metal, the sounds of the metal's protest to his rough grip resonated in the sudden silence that followed her words.<br/><br/>It took him a full minute before he moved at all his hand slowly released the throne and he leaned forwards placing his hand gently against her cheek,<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Where were you?"</span>he demanded angrily. His hand trailed down her cheek, down the column of her neck, tracing the light touch of his fingers down her shoulder. Like a vice his hand closed around her shoulder and he pulled, all intent was to draw her up from the floor. The roughness of his grip and the angry glint of his eyes, were the only indication of his full rage.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Sit,"</span>he ordered as he did this. Weather she would allow him to actually follow through with the action or break free was something he wondered at every time he touched her. His eyes never waved from hers. Intent and focused. Deadly. Angry.