[spoiler]A few days had gone by without issue. The now nameless jackal was eager to perform her services for just about anyone. The mask had rooted deep into her mind and body. Nuri even toyed with trying to pull the mask off. But its magic seemed to fuse to bone and flesh alike. The membrane allowed the jackal to breathe unhindered, and it appeared she had no need for food or drink. What Nuri found increasingly concerning was the lapse in time she started to experience. At first it was a few hours, during a particularly fun romp with the obedient jackal. but each time she felt she needed to focus on work or simply indulge in other activities, another lapse would come paired with the jackal's insistent need for commands. The more the jackal craved Nuri's dominance, the less she discovered she had available. All the while her blue adornments were slowly turning gold. and her boy was better adapting for the Jackal's use rather than the other way around. In time, every inch of Nuri's dominance had been used up, and the Jackal was eager to progress. Slowly, she removed her mask, only to reveal the face underneath was in fact, another mask just like the first. Her identity truly erased. Nuri was terrified, yet couldn't seem to muster the will to pull away from the suddenly overwhelming presence of her jackal slave. Had to stay still. Had to stare at the light. Had to become the light.
The second jackal slave understood. The mask would drain anyone that was unworthy, that was incapable of an unceasing capacity of dominance. They needed more than a Master. They needed a Pharaoh.{/spoiler]
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The second jackal slave understood. The mask would drain anyone that was unworthy, that was incapable of an unceasing capacity of dominance. They needed more than a Master. They needed a Pharaoh.{/spoiler]
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