Xephic Curse

Sorry, Xandir, my work schedule has picked up a bit and doesn't leave me with quite as much time to post. I didn't forget about ya, though...

There was a remarkable fascination with the coast that seemed to have overwhelmed the pale-coated male. He was a desert-dwelling creature, and Ankh had never found himself perplexed by the presence of water before, but in the Teekon territory, it was certainly an abundance. There was a small part of him that wished he would see Hatshepsut again near the edge of the water, but he had not been so lucky. She had been the first of the Egyptian people that he had encountered in his travels. It was even more uncommon that he would have met her so far away from where their people normally dwelled. Still, with her past, the Pharaoh was not altogether surprised that she had found herself roaming the desolate beaches and harsh geography of the wilds. She seemed to have a good sense about her, though, which had led him to believe that she was intelligent enough to tend to herself. Ankh could not help but to wish that he could see her again. However, he knew it to be a futile wish that was likely not to be granted before he found himself departing the Teekon Wilds in search of the chance to bear children and return to his kingdom in the sands. The pale creature stepped slowly across the flowing sands. His lightly-colored gaze seemed to trail the edge of the water with a mild sense of interest. Ankh was in no hurry to make his way back to Osahar with the knowledge that Isis would be there, expecting of him… plotting against him. It was a disheartening thing to imagine that their father had passed in the Pharaoh’s travels, and that Osiris tended to his spirit. Still, such was life – and death – for the Egyptian wolves. They were not designed by their maker to pity those who had passed on to the next life, but to embrace it. The pallid Pharaoh could not help but feel a pang of loss for his father. While he would never admit to such faults, the emotion still plagued him from time to time. Along his steady trek, Ankh found his champagne-colored gaze trailing to the figure of a dark woman who had settled herself into the sands. A frown creased his features and the wolfdog peered at her with a moment of curiosity. She appeared to be a rather ordinary creature, but even in her reclined position, she held herself with a posture that most would not. The Pharaoh closed some of the distance between the two of them before his mouth parted and he breathed in the sharp and salty sea air that seemed to surround everything in the area. Narrowing his brows, Ankh inquired of the female in a heavily accented voice, “you are not injured, are you?” The wilds were dangerous, and it would not be uncommon to come across the body of a wolf who had been taken by time or the harsh environments where they dwelled, but Ankh could smell life on the dark-furred woman. He simply did not understand what would have possessed her to recline in the soil by the ocean waters.