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RE: Infected - Khyan - 5/6/2026
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You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC
3-1-3 OC
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Khyan felt the bump from Idalie against his shoulder, his head turning quickly towards her in worry but he smiled gently, leaning towards her and softly nuzzling into her neck and glancing down towards Tyra and giving a soft smile, stepping back just enough for the youngling to see the approaching wolf and the..snake, just like his! Oh, where was that little rascal? Probably back on the island, hopefully Sobek hadn't eaten it..
He listened to Amon talk, and his ears tilted forwards some being called a Prince! And Idalie a princess! Well..yeah! They were dragons! Son of Pharaoh and Idalie would soon be a dragon herself once they got home and could tell Ma about them!
He shifted some, eyes dragging to the satriya wolf, eyes dragging to their shoulder, eyes fixing on that wound with a slight inhale, remembering Idalie's own wound from the spars with Ma. He took a quick sniff at the air, but all he could smell was the infection brewing from Tyra's wounds.
Khyan shifted barely, eyes fixating on the male wolf, and he took a slow step forwards to stand just behind him and off to the side, he trusted Idalie to keep Tyra safe, and he was sure, so sure he could take on a few wolves if he had to! He just...hoped he didn't, have to, it'd be nice to lay down for a while.
I can hunt well, and I can help take care of anything that's needed!
Idalie, stai bene?
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RE: Infected - Khaemwaset - 5/18/2026
*bends timelines a bit* sorry for the wait!
safiya's summons brought pharaoh at a dark clip. she was not alone. a wounded man and two children were close at hand.
but a recent attack by mountain-wolves, a stalled alliance, and his own insecurities made Horus cold. he flew over the dunes and thought the sesh would follow more slowly, and now his golden eyes bored into them all.
ashait was also here, and for his mazoi was khaemwaset grateful.
but a recent attack by mountain-wolves, a stalled alliance, and his own insecurities made Horus cold. he flew over the dunes and thought the sesh would follow more slowly, and now his golden eyes bored into them all.
ashait was also here, and for his mazoi was khaemwaset grateful.
what is this?he asked of safiya, staring first at the man and then each of the young in turn. two tall youths and one smaller. the man himself was built powerfully as the others in jakten. and the scent of rot was on the air, old torn flesh and pooled blood. they were in need of assistance, and he was not certain he wished to give it.
RE: Infected - Tavina - 5/18/2026
final preparations for departure were laid. tavina had not been given much time since arrival for the storing of herbs. therefore what she had still inhabited the better part of her skin-bundle. when pharaoh commanded her to the borders, the sesh gave a sharp sigh.
khaemwaset's gleaming form cut ahead, an arrow fired from warbow.
she herself did not need to be so fast.
experienced nose suggested injuries left to fester. tavina examined the step of the warrior. she had not been here for any tensions with any neighbors; insofar as she was able to see, the fault lay within the kingdom itself.
as Horus spoke to safiya, tavina ported herself alongside the scarred young lady to regard the children with a friendlier look. in the skin across her shoulders, moist clumps of moss held water, and she would offer this no matter what the brash pharaoh believed. her duty was to those injured.
khaemwaset's gleaming form cut ahead, an arrow fired from warbow.
she herself did not need to be so fast.
experienced nose suggested injuries left to fester. tavina examined the step of the warrior. she had not been here for any tensions with any neighbors; insofar as she was able to see, the fault lay within the kingdom itself.
as Horus spoke to safiya, tavina ported herself alongside the scarred young lady to regard the children with a friendlier look. in the skin across her shoulders, moist clumps of moss held water, and she would offer this no matter what the brash pharaoh believed. her duty was to those injured.
RE: Infected - Idalie - 5/21/2026
Desert wolves and a snake. Idalie stood taller beside Tyra, her heart a flutter behind her ribs as they approached. The wolves were beautiful, in particular the gold-touched man who held himself with the air of someone royal and important. Idalie wished she could look the same, but her legs trembled and her tail kept sneaking between her legs.
Tyra needed help, though, and the sheltered princess was willing to do whatever necessary to provide that for her.
Khyan moved from her side and she wished to follow, but little Tyra was so ill, and she couldn't force herself away from her.
Idalie, stai bene?
She hummed in affirmation. Nervous, yes, but still okay.
A pretty lady approached them, and her eyes were kinder than the man's. Still Idalie planted herself between her and her charge, though her tail did sway ever so slightly at the openness on her face. The black-and-gold man's expression was shuttered.
"Please," she said aloud, unable to stop herself. Idalie stepped forward and knelt, chin brushing the sand, imploring him directly. "A child is hurt and in need." Pale blue eyes flickered up, though her posture remained low and respectful. "I beg for your kindness and mercy."
Tyra needed help, though, and the sheltered princess was willing to do whatever necessary to provide that for her.
Khyan moved from her side and she wished to follow, but little Tyra was so ill, and she couldn't force herself away from her.
Idalie, stai bene?
She hummed in affirmation. Nervous, yes, but still okay.
A pretty lady approached them, and her eyes were kinder than the man's. Still Idalie planted herself between her and her charge, though her tail did sway ever so slightly at the openness on her face. The black-and-gold man's expression was shuttered.
"Please," she said aloud, unable to stop herself. Idalie stepped forward and knelt, chin brushing the sand, imploring him directly. "A child is hurt and in need." Pale blue eyes flickered up, though her posture remained low and respectful. "I beg for your kindness and mercy."
RE: Infected - Safiya I - 5/23/2026
Guardian Skill 3/5
Safiya studied the man. Well met Amon. She was swift to gather his lock on the name Lyra. So loyal to a pack, but only as long as she was leader. Good to know. She could understand this.
Before she could say more. Pharoah was there followed swiftly by Tavina. She shifted just to flank the Pharoah and Tavina. Her job as guardian now to them and not the borders.
They need care.
RE: Infected - Amon - 5/24/2026
Amon is speaking egyptian in italics I don't want to jump to the translator <3 also skip Tyra !
Amon internally winced as Khyan offered his services, as Idalie bowed to the foreign ruler once he arrived, though his face remained schooled as he too bowed his head somewhat to the Pharaoh. Nephthys hasn't taught her children much in the way of interacting with other royalty, has she? He doubted the woman knew much herself, the feral Saxe never put much into diplomacy.
He waited for Safiya to address the young Horus, before he spoke to the pair (and snake, that he still thinks is a pet) with his head lowered in their own tongue. His mother tongue, eons ago.
Peace to Satriya and Horus. The youngest princess of Jakten needs medicine, great one, She will die without your mercyNyra and Jaxxon have been dragging their feet on the alliance, he knew, more accustomed to shows of force than material trade.
I am Amon, her guardian while the magic of this world keeps us from home, we are still building an alliance, yes? I have nothing of trade in return beyond promises and future favors, while my leg is as it is, but Prince Khyan and his intended, Princess Idalie, of Dragon's Dominion are willing to offer their services in exchange for her lifeHe knew asking for help for free was a long shot, and the teenagers had already shown their eagerness and inexperience. He swapped back to english, for the children's sakes, now that the ass kissing was over.
Their royal mother Pharaoh Nephthys, and Einvald Nyra have been long standing alliesSorry Vasili, she sounded more Egyptian.
They have no experience in court, but they can hunt
Would the young god-king see the opportunity there, in the teenagers? A chance to spread his influence and way to further packs? Amon hoped he did, for Tyra's sake, holding back the urge to check on the pup who was slowly sinking in posture with her crutch having moved forward to kneel.
RE: Infected - Ashait - 5/24/2026
a wolf may expect to be taken seriously. this is a benefit of her shape, ashait considers; though not one she has expected so frequently on the other side of the Duat. she has the same senses as their kin, of course, but as with amiirad...
and how they switch between tongues! as though this will grant goodwill. Pharaoh's voice is a cool thing, and whether these jakten wolves have granted care at their own borders, ashait regards them with flat dark eyes. certainly their own people had offered more than this.
while she has come to love the young Goddess, these children are strangers, and even their injuries do not stir sympathy. cobras are no familial creatures; ashait has no desire to be otherwise.
it is not her place to make the choice, of course. her tongue flickers, and the parting of mouth to taste exposes the barest gleam of fang as she flanks Pharaoh's opposite side. "you offer the service of children in trade?"
she might have found it less insulting had he stopped at empty promises.
and how they switch between tongues! as though this will grant goodwill. Pharaoh's voice is a cool thing, and whether these jakten wolves have granted care at their own borders, ashait regards them with flat dark eyes. certainly their own people had offered more than this.
while she has come to love the young Goddess, these children are strangers, and even their injuries do not stir sympathy. cobras are no familial creatures; ashait has no desire to be otherwise.
it is not her place to make the choice, of course. her tongue flickers, and the parting of mouth to taste exposes the barest gleam of fang as she flanks Pharaoh's opposite side. "you offer the service of children in trade?"
she might have found it less insulting had he stopped at empty promises.
RE: Infected - Khyan - 5/27/2026
You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC
3-1-3 OC
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Khyan’s ears tilted back slightly at the cobra’s words, though whether from offense or uncertainty even he did not know. Children.
Maybe they were.
The young dragon shifted where he stood, exhaustion heavy in his limbs after the long journey, but his posture instinctively angled closer toward Idalie and Tyra both. Protective. Solid. His shoulder brushed lightly against Idalie’s as though to reassure himself she was still there.
Purple eyes flicked toward her first at the sound of her soft voice. The tension in his expression eased immediately. He leaned down without hesitation, pressing a brief nuzzle against the side of her neck before drawing back again.
Then his attention returned to Pharaoh.
The dark wolf’s coldness was impossible to miss. Khyan felt it settle over the group like shade before a storm. His stomach tightened beneath it, but he held the ruler’s gaze anyway despite the nervous fluttering beneath his ribs.
Tyra looked worse.
The scent coming from her wounds made his nose wrinkle faintly; infected, festering, wrong. It dragged an ugly memory to the forefront of his mind, something beyond this life, ugly wound infected beyond repair, the sour smell that clung to fur no matter what happened.
His tail lashed once behind him before stilling.
Khyan lowered his head then, not submissive exactly, but respectful in the way he’d seen others do back up at that castle.. Quiet acceptance. Quiet offering.
Whatever these wolves asked in return, he was prepared to give it if it meant Tyra lived long enough to make it home. If it meant he, could go home.