Lion Head Mesa Open up the door

Forward dated a day or two after he joins Akashingo

Before the break of dawn each morn, the beast awoke and departed the quarters he'd been provided.
A narrow trail led from the mesa down along the border closing in the royals and subjects of Akashingo. Khaba followed this path closely, rarely straying even a decent distance. Part of him willed not to run into any of the mentioned individuals, for these interactions were often sullen and bland. Of course, he couldn't help his inability to verbalize with others. Nonetheless, it made life a struggle.
Alas, Khaba could sense that pursuing such avoidance wouldn't get him very far with his new life. Was he right?

"khaba."
ramesses looked at the man with a royal stare. "my princess makono is abroad for now. when she returns, i will introduce you. you are my guard unless she leaves the palace. then you will follow her."
"guard her well. she has the makings of a queen already. and you will be rewarded for your loyalty."

From his tracks, Khaba was stopped by a familiar presence.

Ramesses, the pharaoh had come to join him. And with him, news was shared.

Princess Makono.

So he had children. It was not something the beast would have originally expected.

To these words, Khaba dipped his snout to show his understanding.

The white man had proven intriguing thus far, though, now the shadow was curious of the mentioned child.

"in addition to princess nekubi makono, there is princess nekubi ashikaga, crown prince siptah, and princess toula." he looked haughtily at the man. "see that no harm comes to any of them; make yourself available to each call, and i will speak with your guards-head to ensure you are ranked well."

Alongside the aforementioned princess, Khaba was made aware of the additional royal born youth.
According to the pharaoh, the mazoi would be made to know each of them some point in time. The times of introduction would be interesting to say the least. He had never been much of company for children, mainly due his lack in a vocal sense.
He accepted this much less so enthusiastically, but did so nonetheless. It wasn't as if he could object anyhow, as was his duty.

ramesses walked off. he expected khaba to come with him. "as you do not speak, you will be overlooked. add to your silent tongue a rat's ears. we will learn to speak of what you overhear, mazoi."
his teeth gleamed with a cunning smile.

It was not of difficulty to gauge the difference in tone and intent. There was suggestiveness; simple, but unnoted by the blind.
The pharaoh had meant for him to act as a spy in addition to the protective detail to all listed charges. He would certainly be kept busy, but such was exactly what he wanted. Maybe this was fate after all. 
Akashingo would be remembered well.

it was good luck to have a mute slave. the man was surely blessed by one god or another. he would know what it was.
"in return for these services, you may command anything of the fellahin. they will serve you. be gentle," he urged, a glint in his lapis eye.

Gentle. It wasn't often a word he knew to use. A beast like him was never gentle, but perhaps in this instance he could learn.
But what were fellahin? Could anyone command them, or was this a special permission?
To the pharaoh, Khaba admitted a glance of uncertainty. Hopefully the white man would understand his confusion and suppress it.

"they are servants. the coyotes which live in this mesa serve me in return."
jawahir, passing; he turned khaba's eye toward the jewel. "my favourite." even despite the betrayal. "a figure not soon forgotten."
"the priestess sokha may bless you, should you bring something worthy of her charm. but do not expect it from those higher than fellahin."

Fellahin were servants; the lowborn given special permissions to house within the mesa in return for their services. Now he knew.
There wasn't much he could ever demand of these individuals, but it was somewhat satisfying to know he had that minor form of authority.
One who Khaba assumed to be a fellahin passed. Ramesses had claimed them to be his favorite, but the mazoi was skeptical. Such was all he could be. He knew nothing of them, thus why should he be so trusting so soon. Even if they were the pharaoh's most treasured, the beast would make up his own opinion over time and see to it that their loyalty remained.

"you will report directly to jakoul. she is a shadow. you will see her in the evenings. there is a place for you to rise in the ranks as jodai. spear."
ramesses went on, but presently he paused to look out toward the beauty of the long red land.

When Ramesses halted, Khaba did the same at a few feets distance. A moment or two passed before the mazoi came to realize nothing was amiss, but rather the pharaoh desired to overlook his kingdom.
He prepared then to listen the following words.
Another name to remember... Jakoul. Then a possible standing for the beast. Jodai. Climbing seemed an appealing thing, despite the fact he'd never considered it before. There had never been an opportunity, but now there was. So, why not take it?

the royal wolf nodded. "go your way now. i will see you again."
his lapis eyes would watch. but when khaba was gone from sight, he would move to the mesa's ridges, experiencing his own strength along the sharp stone.
akashingo was fervent.

He would see the white ruler again. For this, he knew to be true.
Once dismissed, the beast of a mazoi tilted his snout in a sincere farewell before turning away.
Off further into the mesa would he travel, searching upon his new land once again.