Dahozhoni Meadow you want someone to be

for the sake of timelines, set somewhere between the behind the scenes meeting of meseba & this thread.

altuyur tahmis. tajid fireawna.

pharaoh seti's words come back to akhenaten in the quiet throes of just-before-sleep; restless as they are. the bed of mosses and trampled grasses dry from the coming winter months is about as comfortable as the prince that was promised was able to find since leaving his home at the command of his father. allowed to see his divine sisters only long enough to offer them each a kiss on their cheeks and soft rumbled words of encouragement before he was escorted from the territory by pharaoh seti.

his dreams are as restless.

he dreams of oasises of blood upon the sands; driven by his own feeling of unease. the scorn of his father's gaze constant. the only son born amidst a sea of daughters .... to the wrong woman. the blue blood, strong through it was never enough to erase the red. the lies attempted to be told, the nursing at his divine sisters' sides from the queen mother while he was a whelp, the colors of the amazonian concubine that had born him not yet cooled into the pales of his fur.

though the living god had tried to lie, the gods not of the earth had punished them both for it.

a noise draws akhenaten — no, abydos — from his uneasy slumber. groggily; heavy eyed his head lifts from his front paws, ears alert and gaze hawkish as it scours the night shadowed meadow.