5 days later, not being able to put off returning to the camp any longer Anwen, with Sarah who has been prepped to say Anwen has been sick and to Not mention the lion aspect. She is allowed to say Anwen had some wild hallucinations (had been seeing things that were not there, etc).

Sarah comes out of the Mistresses bedroom much to the surprise of everyone in the meeting room (middle room) as the bedroom door was locked from within. Kitten gets up and moves over to her, "Sarah what are you doing here ?"

Sarah, who looks tired, smiles at her, "Hello Mistress Kitten. Anwen brought me though I told her we should stay home. She has been very sick, high fever and seeing things not there, like that. Though with her magic it's hard to tell if someone was there or not, you know ?" Sarah is wearing a form fitting leather tunic and leggings with a short belled skirt. So not the normal clothing of anyone. (Think modified maid uniform) The others are looking at her and her strange attire.

Kitten turns to them, "This is Sarah, she is Anwens personal slave. So hands off."

Sarah smiles, "I don't mind hands but keep your teeth to yourselves. Mistress warned me about your true natures."

Nast'al nods and grins, "I for one will. I like not being set on fire." a few others grin at his gibe, Sarah takes his response seriously.

Brawn nods, "We wondered what became of her."

Ruttag, "Probably from bathing with the dogs."

Kitten shakes her head, "She was acting off before that, she has told us all several different stories with little in common between them. I think this illness was hitting sooner and throwing off her mind enough to confuse her. She is usually much more consistent in her stories."

Sarah sighs, "She was going on and on about Elven assassins looking for a traitor that was telling elven secrets and was afraid they would come for her. She kept trying to hide in the water closet so they could not find her. That was most annoying. I had to call in healers from the temples to help. She is better but still not well. She smells bad to because of the medicines the priest used on her."

Orsa nods, "I remember those. They always go for whatever stinks the most, never mind if it works or not."

Everyone pretty much agrees with that. Making a face , "Tell me about it. I keep throwing them out cause I think they were making her worse not better." Sarah confides in them. "Anyway she is here but resting. Just doing normal things is still tiring her out … normal things, she never does normal things, I mean how many people can just move hundreds of miles just by thinking it … " she heads outside muttering about the definition of 'normal' to herself.

Ruttag turns to Nast'al, "Well who here is ever 'normal' ?"

Nast'al shrugs, "Normal for who or what in our case is different than normal for mortals, no telling what is normal for a mage." Ruttag grins and nods.

It is about 4 days of self-confinement before cabin fever forces Anwen out of her rooms, at a dead run, in full armor. She is a blur to those that do see her. She comes to a stop some 100 yards outside the tunnel and drops to her knee's just breathing hard, then she rolls over and spreads out her arms and legs, laying in the sun.

Melidea comes over, "Feeling better ?"

Anwen looks at her, "Could not take being in that room any longer. Needed the sun, still feel like a lion shit on me though."

Melidea laughs, "Ok that's different."

Anwen coughs, "Better than feeling like I did originally, like I was shit out of a lion with constipation."

The little immortal just belts out a laugh and sighs, "Ok yes the first is better than the 2cd in that case."

Clearing her throat the little black haired girl squats next to the black clad figure, "What's with all the lion comments ?"

Anwen sighs, "Sekmet priest and their cures. The incense was bad enough but the medicine was worse. then the chanting and random spirits all trying human remedies on my poor elven body."

Melidea giggles, "oh my yes I can see why you feel like lions have been shitting on you now. Poor little elf, so full of kitty shit. hheheeheheehhee"

Looking at her, "Keep laughing and I will give you tits and an old old body to go with them."

Melidea smiles evilly, "Then you better learn to run really fast cause I will find you and gum you to death." Wide toothy smile, "Though seriously, and I know you been sick, but have you done any research on that ?"

Anwen sighs, pulls her staff from her pouch, points it at the girl, and mutters in the 'magic language' "Transform - teenager of C cup." and a multicolor beam leaps forth and the little girls screams as her body is pulled apart, her clothing rips and then she reforms, taller and with a noticeable improvement in her chest region. Unnoticed for the moment her hair is longer to. Laying back in the sand, "That should do it as long as you avoid dispel magic effects."

She looks down at herself, at her chest, her pert butt her slightly longer hair and yells in excitement.

She turns and runs at high speed to find Ruttag whom she practically tackles in her excitement, "RUTTAG RUTTAG SHE DID IT SHE DID IT!" she screams in his ear, leaning back, "Anwen changed me, how do I look ?"

His eyes are wide, before she came to his shoulder, now she comes to his ear, he holds her out and looks at her. She is the same girl but a tad older physically with a nicer chest and figure. "Wow Mel, I almost did not recognize you. You actually looks a little older to. Your still really pretty." he states in a mild state of shock.

The others come around and look her over, surprised that the magic worked.

Ulva glances over at the prone mage, making note of the kind of power she must have. Even in her weakened state, to do that kind of magic is no small feat. Ulva feels a small pulse of fear at that moment. She was always impressed with the woman's mind, and ability to work well in a crisis, but she put down most of her magic to her devices. But no device she knows of can do that sort of magic.

Toward dusk Kitten comes to where Anwen was last seen. She finds Anwen has dug herself a little hole and is sleeping in it. She takes a stick and pokes Anwen in the side, hard enough to hurt but not do any real damage, The shock though has unexpected results. Anwen is suddenly engulfed in flames, hot enough to push Kitten back and slightly melt the surrounding sand, when the fire is gone a very large female lion stands there, her hair the same color as Anwens was. The cat is glaring murderously at the vampire, who is now rethinking her idea of poking a mage with a stick.

She holds up her hands, remembers the stick and tosses it aside, "Um I came to get you for dinner ?"

The cat cocks its head, looks down at her feet and sighs. There is another burst of flames and Anwen, in her armored glory stands there, "Sorry about that, defensive spell I been working on. Fire cat. Had you been an enemy things would have gotten messy. Next time you want to wake me try calling my name. Now then, Dinner ?"

Kitten nods, "Had I not known about you and fire magics I may have just panicked and run away screaming. Yes they are setting dinner out. You have been out here all afternoon and I thought you might be hungry."

Grinning, "Hungry as a starving lioness." she comments and follows Kitten to the camp, "So what do you think of my fire cat spell ? I am still working on it truth be told. Some strange 'bugs' in it. For one it leaves me hungry when I use it, also get a strong craving for raw meat."

Kitten grins, "Impressive and scary. I can see that, it must use allot of energy. Immortals who can do that sort of thing say the same thing, about making them hungry I mean. But if you can learn to control it, well it makes for a fearsome opponent to be sure."

Anwen nods, "Actually I was trying for that mid-form transformation I have seen shifters do. But I keep getting the full cat instead."

Orsa looking around and snarling, "Trying to do what now ?"

Kitty, "Self transformation magics, she is trying to make a self-shape spell that will give her a form of a lion crossed with her present form. She got the lion to work, though the spell causes this massive explosion of fire to surround her during the transformation."

Anwen looks at her, "I would not say 'massive' It really does not go farther out than my aura field. I do like that my armor changes with me though."

Orsa growls, "Be careful with that, someone may mistake you for a shifter, then you will be dead."

Anwen looks surprised, "I know several shifters actually. None of them are dead from it."

She snarls, "That is because none of them have met Me yet. I will happily kill them all. And if you turn Shifter I will kill you to mage."

Kitten steps between them, "Stop it Orsa, there is nothing keeping you here you know."

Ulva, seeing the conflict comes over, "What is this all about ?"

Orsa points at Anwen, "She is trying to magic herself in to a stinking shifter. I warn her, she succeeds I kill her."

Anwen sighs, "It is just a spell. Lighten up."

Ulva looks from Orsa to Anwen, "Actually on this I agree with Orsa, Shifters are just beast that need to be put down."

Anwen looks shocked then sad, "I really thought better of you Ulva. But I guess I don't really know you. Your free to leave you know."

Anwen moves off, Kitten looks after her, "She right. I don't really know why all of you are still here, it's not like us to gather like this for so long."

Ulva, In a soft voice, "Being trapped together for so long, we have started to take comfort in each other's presence. I am sorry if we upset your friend, but I have lost to many childer to those beast to ever let one live if I have a say in it."

Orsa nods, "I as well. Maybe it is time we moved on. You are right in that at least Kitten."

They return to the others, and try to poison them against Anwen and her 'black magic'.

Nast'al comes over to Anwen as she is picking at her meal, "Hi. Orsa tells me you can turn in to a lion, is that true ?"

dead voice, "fire lion, magical transformation."

"Can you teach it to me ?" he ask interested.

"No, partly comes through Bast, so you would have to be in her good graces to use it." she replies in her dead tone.

"Oh don't let those two sour your mood. I don't care if you’re a shifter or a monkey, you have always treated me right and my best 'evil assassin' scare had no effect on you. I liked that. I know I can be scary but you just 'fff' not scared."

Smirk at him, "That's cause your flammable and I like fire."

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He nods, "Yeah there is that to. Still I count you as an ally and will not let a little thing like you getting more powerful mess that up."

She looks at him for a long moment, "You just can't admit to possibly being friends with someone can you ?"

He looks shifty, "Prefer ally's, I know where I stand with ally's, friends, friends are different, not sure where they stand on important things."

"True, friends are tricky. Sometimes you think your becoming friends with someone only to find out they would happily stab you in the back for something out of your control."

He nods, pokes at her over cooked meat, "Yeah, things like that are why I prefer allies. Those have set limits, once you know them you know how far you can take things."

She takes the meat and tosses it to her dogs, giving a word and they tear it apart. "Good point. I don't mind being your ally as long as you don't move against my people. Ramsey and his lots count in that."

He raises a hand, "Actually he has been good for my business. Has some of my people working for him I understand. Oh and I wanted to thank you for pointing that fellow out. We had a nice long talk, his grandfather was one of my people, so he is like that to. He was actually thrilled to learn that those special gifts came from me through his grandfather and his children. He is a good man."

Anwen nods, "When we get this project done you can have him and his friend if you want. Maybe you two can teach the other new things."

He nods, "Maybe so and thank you. But Brawn would want to know what gives you the right to decide who gets what slaves."

She looks at him, "My money bought them, that good enough ?"

Nast'al nods, "Works for me. May or may not work for him. He has been playing Foreman on this."

"Well I did say After the project is done." He nods, "true. Oh expect the others to come around asking to. And you may want to try the truth, we can tell when your just telling partial truths you know. I mean you’re a good liar, but we are better."

Pat's her on the head and leaves the table.

She looks at the boys who are enjoying their 'jerky', "Can you believe him ?"

Remus looks up at her, "Well you do smell like cat you know and well, they can scent stuff almost as good as us."

Anwen makes a face, "Well that was not very comforting."

Romulus, "You want comfort talk to your human pet. She is strange but nice." Anwen nods, "Everyone who has met her has mentioned her as being strange, including me, but she is a nice strange." the dogs nod and work on the meat.

Mew Mew Kit has learned the art of Mooching and is walking around the table doing just that to those sympathetic targets.

Looking at the Boys, "You teach her that or did she figure it out on her own ?" They look guilty, Anwen grins, "It's ok, I don't mind as long as you keep your training up. Sorry I have not been around to help with that."

Remus grunts, "We heard you were sick. Given how badly you smelled before we figured it was something bad. We are glad you are better." she leans down and hugs them, "Thank you boys, I appreciate that." both their tails wag happily at the hug.

"So had enough to eat ?" They stand at attention. She nods, "Mew Mew Kit! Come!" the kitten runs over to her and sits at attention, "Very good. Now then, you may escort me back to my rooms." the kitten runs in front and the dogs take up positions on either side of her.

Entering the middle room though they get ambushed by Orsa and Ulva and a few of the others. The dogs try their best but go down fast, but Ruttag keeps them from getting killed by the overzealous women.

Pinned against a wall by Orsa with a silver blade at Anwens throat, Orsa snarls, "Care to try your precious fire magic's now ?" Ulva has a knife at Sarah's throat and Brawn and Brandwen are guarding the door while most the others stand around waiting to see what is going to happen. Kitten and Althea are noticeably missing from this as is Nast'al.

Anwen looks at the women, "Your fools you know."

Orsa laughs in her face, "Not so powerful are you now BIIIIIIII" she is flung against the far wall, with Ulva tossed on top of her, then before anyone can react they find themselves pinned by unseen force, "You all seemed to forget I can move objects with my mind. You count as objects as far as my power is concerned. Though your right Orsa, I can't safely use fire here without endangering my people. But that does not mean I am defenseless. Not by a long shot."

Looking at Ruttag and Melidea, "Care to tell me what is going on ?"

Melidea holding her arms over her new chest, "They say you've gone and turned yourself in to a shifter and that means we should kill you before you really get in to it and try to kill all of us."

Anwen rolls her eyes and then nods, "I did not Choose to become a shifter. Bast did that all on her own. However" a pillar of red hot flame envelopes her, when it clears she is huge, with flames for hair and massive chest and powerful limbs, her armor and boots miraculously changed with her and still fit her new form, "I am certainly not a normal shifter by anyone's definition. The mixing of magics had unforeseen consequences." Shule looks on wide eyed.

"ok, so how can you not chose this" Shule softly prompts.

Taking a deep breath and then sliding down the wall, "Remember the day when I gave Brawn, Orsa and Ruttag money to get supplies and such ? Well Bast and Ptah were waiting for me, They sent Mew Mew Kit in after me. That's how she came in to this.

They had come to take me before Ra, he wanted to meet me in person and decide if I was right for Kemet or if he felt I was to dangerous for Kemet.

I don't know how much of what I experienced there was real or not real. Realm of the gods and all that. To me it looked like a nice, middle class type house next to a dock with a fancy Kemetian ship waiting there. He was in the house relaxing after his nightly journey. Sitting in a very comfortable chair. We talked for a while, I don't totally remember everything that was said but in the end he decided that it was better I was in Kemet rather than in some other place where I could prove to be a bigger danger to them. I did help him with a major policy decision though, some outside force was trying to convince the gods to withdraw from the world and Only show their presence through their churches. Amon is behind some of that. Amon is not Ra, that is just propaganda being spread by them because Amon is trying to take over the Throne of the Gods. He is a chaos god and really not suited to rule anything. Right side tracking. It's a painful memory and I am trying to deal with it.

Bast was playing around and joking about stuff after Ra agreed to let me stay. Somewhere in there she decided she wanted to claim me, she .. she .." tears are now flowing down her lion face and a few coughs as the reality of what happened comes back to her, what really occurred instead of the sugar coated version she had been telling herself, "she raped me, forced herself on me and in to me. Forced her power in to my very souls."

Orsa barks a dark laugh, "oh very good, a likely story and crocodile tears" she is crushed in to the wall so hard she leaves an imprint, "Do not mock my pain you stupid arrogant COW!" Orsa loses her hair to the sudden blast of heat coming off the Fire Cat. Ulva who is over her gets a little cooked to. Ulva grunts to Orsa, "we are in no position to get her angrier, so please shut your mouth before she kills us Both."

"You Honestly think I would WANT THIS ? I was a Fucking Revenant you piece of Bull Shit!"

Brawn looks thoughtful then nods, "That explains a lot actually. I don't trust you, but I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt on this."

Shule glares at him, "I believe her. I do not think she is lying at all. Those two are just on a vendetta. And I think we can all agree she really isn't any kind of shifter anyone of us has ever seen. She is something very different." She tries to reach out to Anwen, but the force held her in place.

Anwen pulls in her pain and tears, returns to her room and gets a couple pouches she had set aside. These she takes and stuffs in to Ulva and Orsa's dresses, "I set this aside for you when you decided to leave. I think your going is now." And with that they are gone.

Shule, "Um where did you send them ?"

Anwen shrugs, "Little island in the southern ocean, place known to my people as Easter Island. Figured it was far away enough for them not to bother me for a while."

She looks at them, "If anyone else wants to leave I understand. I have a pouch of coins for each of you. Even if you don't want to leave you can have the pouches."

Ruttag ask, "how much is in the pouches."

Anwen shrugs, "25 each gold, silver, and copper from the lands I came from before coming to Kemet."

Ruttag nods, Anwen drops them and gets her pets, "I will leave you to your own devices for now." Sighing, "The pouches are in the box at the end of my bed." Carefully carrying her wounded animals, with Sarah following behind she leaves the underground bunker.

Not one of the slaves moves to stop the fire haired lioness (goddess to their minds) as she strides in to the scrub lands around the temple.

The immortals, free from her power slowly move about, Brawn sighs, "Well that could have gone better." Brandwen nods, "Could have gone worse to. Her anger literally burns. Singed the hair right off those two."

Melidea, "Sticking them on an island together yet, is a really bad torture. Did anyone tell her our problem with water ?"

Sule, "No, but then we don't go around advertising our weaknesses do we ?"

Ruttag, "Point. I think being stuck on an island is about the worst thing you can do to us. Especially with someone you can barely stand."

Sule, "I wonder how long till they kill each other."

Some general dark laughter about that. Then Nast'al comes in, "Hi all, so who died ?"

Melidea, "No one, but we won't be seeing Ulva or Orsa for a long long time. She sent them to an Island in the southern ocean. Gave them each a pouch of coins, which knowing those two, they will throw them away cause they came from a 'shifter'.

Shule is being quiet, "She has been through a lot, horrible things and we treated her horribly cause of those two. I feel bad about it."

Gwen nods, "I am not sure I trust her, I like her but that shifting stuff can mess you up and when she shifts she becomes encased in fire. That alone makes her more dangerous. "

Sule and Brawn both nod but Sule postulates, "Maybe she can learn to control that. I will discuss it with her."

Gwen looks at him, "No you will experiment on her, we all know how you are." Sule shrugs.

While the others talk and discuss what to do, Shule quietly slips in to Anwens room and finds her cloak and emergency travel bags. She takes them and heads off after Anwen. She knows the woman will need more help than the slave girl can give her.