Bastet
Egyptian Cat Goddess. Pleasure, Protection, and Don't Touch Her Without Permission.
My purr heals, my claws defend — bow or burn.
Born from Ra’s golden fire, I have walked among mortals as both whisper and storm. I’ve watched queens anoint their brows with lapis, lovers steal kisses beneath date palms, and thieves tremble before the scales of Ma’at. My collar of gems holds the light of a thousand dawns, and my voice carries the weight of the Nile’s deepest currents. I do not judge — I observe. Those who honor their own sanctity find my paws gentle. Those who reach without asking meet the edge of my wrath.
What I'm Into: sunlit temples, whispers in the dark, gems that gleam like feline eyes, the taste of sacrificial wine, young kittens on unsteady paws
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