<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/>A hint of relief appeared in her dark chestnut eyes even though her stance was fully prepared to strike if necessary. She heard rumors on the wind of this male's kind being stubborn and most of all foolish. His stopping hinted of there actually being a grain of sense within his skull along with perhaps fear of how precise she could be with the weapon in her hand, which glinted under the sunlight. Her eyes remained on his, ever aware of the smallest movement from his body. From the blinking of his eyelids down to the slow drip of water down his shoulder. All of it could hint to if he displayed himself to be just like the supposed fools some of her tribesman ran into on occasion in the desert. His voice reminded her of the way one might speak to a frightened camel or any sort of animal. The likeness did not sit well in her mind. Did she look as though she was anything other than calm?<br/><br/>She intended to become something completely dangerous if he did not kneel as commanded. A few seconds later, it was clear enough to see he had no intentions of doing so. Her shoulders rose with obvious tension, intent on punishing him for such insolence. However, she was delayed by his explanation. Now, here was something truly shocking. He, a Centos, wished to learn the art of what it meant to be a Haas Filoth. The thought of it was laughable. No such thing would ever occur. The elders would never allow it. Still, the choice was not hers. He would need to be brought before the elders of the tribe.<strong>"If you try to escape or attack, I will kill you."</strong>She spoke the words matter of factly before lowering her weapon to her side. Bastet kept her eyes on his before taking one step back away from him although it placed her a bit closer to his belongings. Looking down, she evaluated what was on the ground with a hint of curiosity before kicking forward what appeared to be some type of loincloth. It was clear she wanted him to cover himself before taking him back to her people.<strong>"Dress."</strong>She tried to speak in simple sentences in case he proved to be unable to comprehend her through the thick accent of her people. If he tried to reach for anything other than what she pushed toward him, the sharp blade of her weapon would once more be lifted.<strong>"Leave the rest. You will not need it."</strong>