4/1/2026, 6:47 PM
Skill: Warrior
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Thoughts of who he was meant to be to Pharaoh and his sun-queen plagued the coywolf. Priesthood did not readily call to him, but perhaps it could be learned and embraced through practice; the path of the Mazoi gave him pause, a flicker of intrigue tingling at his hopes, but Mekh looked down at his spindly legs and sighed.
Whether or not he had the heart of a Mazoi, he surely had the body of a weak Hem.
It was during this interlude of self-doubt that Mekh had chosen to rest, hoping that perhaps a clearer mind would point him in the right direction - instead he experienced his most terrifying dream yet, and woke abruptly to a spirit uttering infinite regrets and using some strange magic to open up three doorways leading to Ra-knew-where.
Mekh's head swirled.
I - er - you, what -he sputtered, but was met with silence. It didn't seem there would be any further exposition.
Things sounded very much as if the world might be ending soon, and given the state of the weather alone, he felt like he believed it. Well - if this was to be it - what other way to go than in pursuit of his highest self? The tortured cries sounding from the third door filled him with dread, and he swallowed noisily. What terrors lurked inside? What grim fate awaited him should he choose to risk it all and conquer his fears?
He had been a slave for so long - it was not so terrible - but as he peered closer, he caught the glimmer of chains pulling painfully at a violently twisting figure inside, and another hoarse bellow thundered out from within that shook the ground.
Mekh had always embraced his position, yet this wolf was not in joyful servitude of Horus. This was... prison. This was pain.
He stepped through the third opening and with trembling limbs and chattering teeth, the coywolf reached out to grab hold of the nearest chain and began to pull with all his might.
If this world should survive through any measure of his small strength, so too would Satriya, and all of the wolves who had saved him.
