Xephic Curse

Nah! Don't apologize. <3

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An injured life… what an odd remark. Ankh tilted his boxy head to one side with a thoughtful expression on his features. Not entirely sure what she could have meant by such a comment, the pallid male blinked at her several times before his lips parted to inquire on the statement. “How is it that a life could be injured when you are breathing, living, speaking?” he inquired with a careful tone. His voice was strangely dominant and yet formal, polite. This female spoke with an accent from his lands. He was not so used to the sound of words that fell from lips in a familiar pattern. Her pelt was dark and her eyes seemed to glint at him with a strange sense of mystery. Part of him did not imagine that she could survive in the heat that the Osahar desert provided, but perhaps it was not his desert that she had originated from. After all, the Pharaoh had already met another female of the Egyptian blood who called the Teekon wilderness her home. He had started to believe that – perhaps – this shadow of a she-wolf was from similar happenings.
The golden eyes of the female seemed to leave his face and return to where they had been previously locked: the rolling waves. Ankh followed the pointed figure of her muzzle out to the water’s edge and felt an overwhelming sense of being lost. It swelled in his chest and threatened to strangle the air from his throat, but the pallid creature held fast to his stoicism and turned instead to face the stranger once more. She was still a mystery to him; something to be solved. Blinking his pale eyes in her direction, the wolfdog lingered at his distance for several moments longer, waiting to see if she would turn to respond to him or if he had merely imagined the breath falling from her tongue in the first place. It would not have been the first time that the Gods had played such cruel tricks on the Pharaoh… it would not be the last.