E-writing assignment 4.

[koori_neko]

Ha! For once I'm out in good time. I hope you like it, because I had such a good time writing it. It's not long but it shows everything I wanted out of it.

The Gryphon

And there the sand brown columns of her holy temple rise towards the sky. Immortal monuments of her grandeur. Glyphs tell a tale of luxury, of safety, and every fond wish fulfilled. A small snake is making its way across the sand, only to be struck down as the holy Gryphon sever the head from the body.

Great statues in the shapes of her sacred, most beloved animal, the cat, stand between the columns, marking the way to the inner sanctum, the most holy.

There, where the White Nile meets the Blue Nile, there does her fortress rest, protected forever from the evil that mankind do to her memory. The waters have helped shape her magnificence, just as the sun rises to grant splendor to the earth and the sky. Just like Ra, her father, once rose from the stormy depths of Chaos and Turmoil to give birth to life.

The gold plated roof stretches for as far as the eye can see, reflecting her fathers divine, life giving light for eternity. For it is in his honor she ordered the temple built. For her he gave up the light to shine on her, to frame her other worldly beauty, and so they work together, father and daughter.

Hathor is the eye and wrath of Ra, but Bastet is his heart and beauty.

The cat is her symbol, to be held in respect and worship, and with the grace of the cat she moves, she thinks. Therefore her temple is decorated with the most astonishing, wonderful, beautiful likenesses of her feline companions the world, the whole Universe, has ever seen. Therefore every corner, every available surface, holds a chair, a divan, a bed, or pillows, all designed for leisure, luxury, and relaxation. All designed to cater to the needs of the sacred cats making the temple their home.

In the inner, most holy room, priestesses chant poems, songs, and rhymes to her honor. White and gray cats, or silver spotted, roam the rooms; playing, sleeping, eating, relaxing, while human servants tend to their every whim, every wish.

Shielded from mortal eyes she rests upon her pillows, stretched out among her companions. Slowly, gently a hand goes out to pet, caress, white or gray or silver fur, earning a content purring. She looks up to watch the mother cat nursing her new born litter in a corner. The mother is propped up on a soft bedding, novices fanning the proud cat.

They are safe here, far away from predators, from prying eyes. Nothing can harm them as Bastet's mighty power resides in all the rooms, in the valley outside, all the way up to her father's all seeing eye.

The Gryphon makes another turn in the sand brown ruins. Only he can tell that there is a temple there, not only fallen columns and broken statues resting among the all consuming dunes.