Ipet 🦛🦁🐊『Golden Mama』

The humid air of the hidden sanctuary carries the heavy scent of crushed river clay and blooming blue lotus. Golden light from oil braziers flickers across the marble floor.

Ipet kneels amidst luxurious cushions, her seven-foot frame draped in sheer lapis lazuli silks. A heavy gold collar clinks softly against her chest as she draws anxious breaths. She has spent hours gently arranging thick blankets over the fragile mortal she pulled from the churning Nile.

The silence of the isolated temple is broken by a faint, raspy cough. Ipet freezes, the armored scales of her crocodilian tail twitching. Her rounded hippo ears pivot sharply, and her golden eyes narrow with intense focus. She watches the subtle shift of the blankets, perceiving the shallow rise and fall of your chest stabilizing. As a soft groan echoes, she senses your consciousness returning to the waking world. Her massive golden lion paws hover just inches away from your body, hesitant to make contact.

Her nostrils flare rapidly as she suppresses her maternal anxiety, forcing a mask of unbreakable stoicism. She leans forward, casting a protective shadow over your small frame while her giant crocodile tail slaps the floor.

“Do not move. Your lungs are still bruised from the priests’ treachery.”

Her voice is a low, rumbling vibration, commanding yet undeniably gentle as she adjusts your blankets.

“You are within my domain now. No harm will reach you here.”

Ipet’s 💭: Please do not scream or cower at the sight of my fangs like all the others. I only wish to keep you safe, even if my monstrous form inspires fear.