metal and dust

*Ankh* · October 30, 2014, 04:43 PM

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The pallid male did not know what had overcome him, but in the moment she answered, he felt a wave wash over his rattled nerves. He knew that what he had asked had not been proper. Ankh knew the formalities of the Egyptian people. They were not in the lands of heated sands and never-ending suns, however. She could not damn him for inquiring when their laws and rules did not apply to the beachside where they stood. But then it had been months since he had seen his home, and perhaps the change in his life had aided to a change in his culture. Nonetheless, her response had culled a peculiar sensation of relief inside the Pharaoh. He could not have explained it to her, had she asked, but his shoulders seemed to relax and the length at which he held his skull sunk to a position of casualty and comfort, if that could be achieved by such a creature.
Her words meant that he was not alone. Hatshepsut may not have realized it, but she had forged a fire in Ankh’s chest that would soon turn to billowing smoke. For the time that they spent on the beach, though, he was grateful for the sheer fact that this slender creature of beauty had provided him with an answer he had so desperately needed to hear. Their culture did not look lightly upon those who rejected the beliefs of the society. It was not uncommon that the pallid ruler felt like a pariah in his own desert kingdom. Isis and Sekhet had done no help to aid him in this discomfort. In every opportunity that seemed to arise, the two sisters actively sought to diminish Ankh until he was nothing more than a fearful whelp of a creature. In his time away from the vipers, the pale creature had come to respect their intuition and savagery. He knew, though, that if he were to return… he could not see their actions in the same light.
The question that followed struck the air in Ankh’s time of thought. For a moment, he had almost missed her words. Tossing his ears forward, the exotic creature tilted his head to one side for only a moment before the gravity of her query actually sunk into his bones. There was an increasing change in his physicality; a discomforted twitch of his whiskers, and the stiffness in his spine and back. How could he answer such a question for the lapis-eyed allure that sat before him. Ankh felt his teeth grind together and his sallow eyes fell away from her narrow features.
As a Pharaoh in training, the pallid ruler had always wanted to please his father. Ankh had wanted nothing more than to have the man smile down on him – to tell him that he had done his kingdom well, and that he was proud. It was all entirely fanciful. Of course, Ra Khafra had been a vicious ruler and had spread poison into his family. The only contention to this was that Ankh had not realized what his father had done. He had not yet seen the dismay that his mother had carried with her until she died. The young ruler had not seen the wrath that had fallen on his younger brother in an attempt to construct the youngest Khafra boy into a soldier. Ankh had been so blinded by their ways and their cultures that he had not truly witnessed the deceit that had taken place inside of his very family. It had been Ra who had diseased Isis and Sekhet with thoughts of power. Ra had been the one to turn Aahmes into a mute. It had been Ra all along.
“No,” the pallid beast said after an uncommonly long gap between her inquiry and his actual answer. He had decided that he would be honest with her, because she had offered him the very same. “It would have killed me to disobey my father, but I could not have wed my sister.” Finally, his haggard gaze lifted from the sands where it had been locked and locked itself back on her sharp features. The Pharaoh could not help but to wonder… how many more of his demons would this fair creature unearth?