A fox sulked around the dunes, before disappearing into the sandy backdrop. Meridian payed it little mind. A different thought troubled the priestess. She had come across an old scent, not long ago. It was almost faded, but she couldn't ever forget it. It reminded her of home, her birthplace and family. One specific canine. Perhaps she wasn't the only one, so far north? Perhaps it was all speculation?
hot sands called always to the mazoi. off on pretense of some exploration or another, khusobek stalked proudly through the shifting dunes.
his cold eyes turned from the horizon to the detailing of the shifting gold. the figure of a fox, and then, a larger silhouette.
the wolf approached at a lanky trot.
Ever alert, Meridian was disturbed from her thoughts by the scent of another canine. Larger. Wolf. She turned around swiftly. It was the wolf from the outpost party. The clown car. These wolves had proven to be less unsophisticated than others she had met, but she could never be too cautious. The priestess cast her dual toned gaze upon him, waiting.
"are you aware these lands are soon to be beneath the rule of a queen?" khusobek asked.
after his interludes with tuna, the look of a finefurred coyote soothed him in other ways. "she's a kind leader. best to submit early though."
The audacity. Only the sun ruled these lands. Pastel eyes narrowed as the sun worshiper spoke. A kind leader? She raised her tail with confidence. Not my leader. Why should I submit?
"she is a queen. you are not, little jackal woman." but khusobek was intrigued by the other, offering a grin. "where is the rest of your kind? i have heard many of you in the sand."
She was a queen? And the priestess was a daughter of a noble. And I am a priestess, envoy of the sun. Who's word came first? He asks of other coyotes, and she responds with a bite to her voice. Do I look like I am from these barren lands? The Sundom was a fine place, distinguished from this excuse of a dessert
"yes, you do. and i did not know coyotes had religion."
he was being inflammatory. he grinned at her all the same, eyes squinted against the sun.
"in akashingo, you worship only the queen."
Sorry 'bout the wait!
She scoffed at his illiterate answer. This wolf reeked of stupidity.
And yet you seem to be the faithless one. Meridian's gaze clouded with confusion and then a look of superiority. How could one mortal wolf be worshipped?
If that is so, you are all heathens!
no worries! <3
"i am a heathen," he smirked, then snapped hard for the coyote, seeking to end her mouth and pursue her down into the sand if need be.
sport. bloodshed. all the same.
His sudden attack wasn't unexpected. Meridian had learned one thing o nothing else. Poke a wolf too long, and they shall reveal their true nature.
Quick on her feet, she raced over the dunes, sand flying behind her.
the crocodile pursued, but the coyote was far more nimble. soon she had outflanked the mazoi; he eventually slowed and stopped but shouted after her not to return lest her hide become a throw for the arm of pharaoh's throne.