<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0772c3596747f45ef5dcf2d5f074c0ca/tumblr_mf1oeeiy4L1rflk1eo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bastet<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Haas Filoth<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Roran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Haas-Thuban<br/><hr/><br/>Part of her was disgusted by his lack of awareness. How could he abandon all of his equipment to the sandy shores without thought of danger? She was not the only living being within the area. There were creatures, which hid in unexpected places, capable of delivering a poisonous bite or making a meal out of him. No, he was not from these lands with such ignorance evident on his face. His oath caressed her ears along with the strangeness of a foreigner in his voice. Her eyes shifted over for a brief second to the ripple on the water before coming back to look into the vivid blue of his eyes, visible even at the small distance. Blue eyes were rare among her tribe so she was slightly transfixed until he lifted his hands from the water. Bastet was not fool enough to believe his threat toward her was lessened. Many warriors were capable of being just as deadly without a weapon in their hand.<br/><br/>The wind shifted the veil at her hair but without enough force to reveal the rest of her face. When he stepped forward, she scowled with pure venom and disdain.<strong>"Still!"</strong>She demanded in a loud voice which might have cut a flesh if capable.<strong>"Be still!"</strong>She swallowed hard upon being forced to look at his naked body. There was little she could do about it right now though until the situation was handled. His words meant nothing to her at first until he mentioned being alone. She could have scoffed. Of course he would lie. She would not know for sure until the surrounding area was searched for more of his kind. There were those capable of tracking prints within the sands to see exactly where he'd been before coming to  this place before the trace of his journey vanished with the winds. Her arm trembled a little with the sword before she gestured it downward.<strong>"Kneel!"</strong>If he did not comply with the command, the young warrior would not hesitate to make him kneel with a swift kick to his groin.<strong>"Why are you here? Who sent you?" </strong>