Gore has expected many things from this, of what Ammit might have asked her to do in her service, perhaps to hunt down the one who did this to her. Though it wasn’t that, just insistence on rest from a goddess she now serves…
It made her blink under her mask. The hologram panels in her canine skull mask that covered the eye sockets, black with ring like ovals of icy blue, also blinking along with her eye movements, glowing dimly in the alleyway. Though the tech was albeit a bit roughed up, glitching occasionally to just black from use and water damage, it still functioned- still held purpose. Though she was meaning to patch it up in the near future.
The sensation of Ammit’s claw against skin of fabric made a faint shiver run down her spine, not out of fear, but the sensation of the flowing power it embedded into her. Strength and alertness despite many hours of unrest flowing through her frame with each slow and careful trace if claw.
“Rest, yeah I suppose that would be.. good, considering the near death experience.” She mutters more so to herself before exhaling sharply and listening to Ammit’s words more attentively than she had prior in her haze of blood loss and that primal need to survive.
Gore nods with each sentence she spoke, taking it in and mulling it around like one might with a fine wine. Savoring, analyzing, appreciating. Almost riveted in intensity.
Cracking her neck slowly as she adjusts to her now healed state. “Course.” She assented. “Though I suppose it will take time, not perfect at this- I have never had a bond with a higher power before, let alone to this degree. But I’ll do it.” She explains, firmly, determined that she would get it down. Then nodded, “And sleep when you decide? I can get behind that, never was one for a consistent sleep schedule anyways..”
Gore navigated herself upward from the grimy ally floor, glad to find no means of unbalance, if anything she was steady and even. Looking to the goddess.. her goddess, now. She supposed she’s going to have to get used to that, too.
More than often not Gore would have been usually cagey when it came to ‘mine’ and other possessive characteristics when it came to people, didn’t feel gratifying let alone leave a decent feeling on her tongue. Though Ammit wasn’t a human, she was a goddess and Gore wasn’t fully entitled to herself anymore despite the thought being not entirely pleasant of not having complete autonomy of herself, but she pushed the feeling aside for her gratitude of living.
She’d have to get used to it, understand it, and adapt- to be advantageous in a rather diluted environment. And at least Ammit wasn’t cloying about it, she was soft yes with her words but there was still certainty to it in a manner that didn’t feel like she was being belittled.
She’s used to possession being objectification, perhaps it was different from a goddess… she’d learn eventually.
Gore shook her head of her thoughts, scanning there surroundings and then looking to Ammit once again “Home, alright. It’s..” She calculated in her head before explaining aloud “A bit of a journey from this neighborhood, my place is in a different part of New York all together. Though my motorcycle is parked a couple blocks from here in an alleyway.”
