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Nothing but Sand and Sky

gentle-but-strong:

scarsofvengeance:

 

The young girl sat on the sandy grounds and was silent, staring at the thief as he tended to his wound. Although she would go to a person’s aid with no hesitation, Bakurah was another story. Sheriti kept a distance from him but kept her attention on him. She wondered whether or not she should still offer her assistance to him. After taking a short amount of time to think it over, she scooted an inch or two towards him.

"M-May I help…?"

{ لص }— He ripped some   cloth  apart with his teeth and 
              wrapped it over the    wound     which  he     had 
              covered in mashed tumeric. Once the  bandage
              was taken from his lips   he    looked at her and
              scoffed

               "What makes you think I wouldn’t be
                           able to tend to my own wounds?”

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girlwithgoldenlocks:

scarsofvengeance:

 

Goldilocks wasn’t afraid, and she wasn’t gonna let him intimidate her. Her eyes narrowed on him even more before she finally let go of the arrow. She watched as the arrow flew right at the thief.

{ لص }—As soon as the arrow escaped   he grip, something
             in the sand twitched and   then the   arrow burst into
             many pieces from an impact of something that had
             shielded the thief. 

                  "You should have listened —- " 
                                ”Now you will die…” 


Scarred Bond [ AU ]

shoot-of-corruption:

scarsofvengeance:

He hadn’t even noticed the tall figure until he had entered their shadow. Engulfed in it, he lifted his gaze… he had no idea if he had climbed several dunes or just this one… but he felt distantly relieved that there really were humans out here.

He had no strength to utter anything as he almost didn’t have enough strength to hold onto the dune to pull himself completely up. But that was no longer necessary as he was suddenly pulled up and thrown over the back of the horse like a sack, which knocked the air out of him for a moment, that he met with a low growl, before the ride went on… with him on the back of a strangers horse, shaken up nicely with the ride over the dunes…

Which didn’t actually touch him at all… as the ride went up in a kind of trance for him… forgetting where he actually was and who had taken him up… he hadn’t even really seen the other ones face…
At some point his eyes just closed when the relief fired on his exhaustion and made him drift off into sweet oblivion.

{ لص }—Bakurah brought the other to one of his many hideouts, a small oasis hidden between some   mountains. A perfect place to rest for its many shades and the ability
to notice first  when an enemy   dared to   enter the  small,  green   valley.  Close to a
pond, he lifted the other off his horse   and   laid  him down in the shadow - hesitating
for a moment as he took in his features.  The black marking underneath his eyes, the
gold hanging from his ears and wrapped around his neck like a collar. 

        "A Tombkeeper from the Ishtar Clan…" 

He was sure as soon as he had  seen the scarred back of  the boy after he  had turned
him   to   the side a little. This one was an enemy. Where Bakurah was the  snake this 
one was the hawk.   Tomb keepers   existed to protect what tomb robber  tried to steal.
With this thought, Bakurah took his knife and held it ready to stab the other and get rid
of this problem.. However his   hand did   not move.   He merely stared at the other for
a  few moments    with   a   stony   expression  before he put the knife away  again and
got up to get some water


Nothing but Sand and Sky

gentle-but-strong:

scarsofvengeance:

gentle-but-strong:

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Sheriti’s frightened expression soon calmed as the sight of an oasis almost mesmerized her. Everything about it appeared so clean, fresh, relaxing. The more they drew to the clear water, the more she wanted to just dive in and take in the beauty of the water. 

As she leaned forward, just slightly, her eyes widened as she felt something warm and sticky seep through her clothing and onto her back. The girl gulped out of nervousness, glancing over her shoulder to see as much of his young as she could.


{ لص }— He whipped the horses neck with the reins to make
              the animal ride faster towards the oasis. He had to
              reach it soon before loss of blood would take its
              toil and he wouldn’t be able to ride anymore. Gladly
              the thief was able to take such wounds with an iron
              will and rode the entire way straight to the oasis
              without needing to stop once. 

           As soon as they arrived, he let her down and moved
              to sit down underneath a few palm trees. A sigh 
              escaping him and as he moved his hand from the 
              wound he grimaced. 

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                      “Deeper than I thought…” 

             He muttered before he reached for the linen cloth
         and retrieved it from his bag along with some Tumeric.


girlwithgoldenlocks:

scarsofvengeance:

"Why else would I have it?" The huntress glared as she took the bow off her back and placed an arrow within its string. "Unless you give me a reason to not shoot you," she pulled the arrow back and aimed right for his chest, "I won’t let my fingers slip."

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{ لص }—A low chuckle shook his shoulders a little as he faced
            the deadly arrow tip with mockery. Once the chuckling
            stopped, his smirk grew with sly intentions. 

                 "Go ahead then. Let your finger slip —- 
                       —-and seal your emise”

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officeranzumazaki:

scarsofvengeance:

She panted, leaning against the wall and holding her stomach. Running on sand was not easy, especially if you had no idea where you were running to and just took random alleys. She thought she had lost them, twitching at the sound if the familiar rough voice. Blue eyes narrowed on him, finally catching her breath.

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"Yeah.. funny how that slipped your mind huh?" Sarcasm dripped heavy off every syllable, pushing herself off the wall and grimacing at the feeling in her feet. Why the hell would she dream wearing heels in the dessert exactly? Slipping off the shoes she confirmed the feeling of blisters on the sides of her feet.

Greeeeeat” She glanced at him. “Don’t suppose you know where I can get some proper clothes? Preferably something that covers up my skin and doesn’t involve any more angry rock wielding villagers.” You’d think she could just imagine clothes for herself but apparently her mind wasn’t kind enough to allow that.

"Better not ever bring Ryou here, if they’re pissed about my skin they’ll lose their shits about his pale ass."


{ لص }— The thief watch, mildy   amused   by the foreigner who was
               just experiencing    these     people’s    dog    like behavior 
               the same torture he had endured through many childhood
               years. It was an  interesting  sight to witness - now that he
               was feared by these pathetic mongrels. 

     "Oh I do know. But that will require going to a place
           much worse than the market. Into a cave of jackals.” 

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         He put the headpiece onto his head and pulled the hood
            over it too. White hair drew  unwanted  attention towards
            him, it was a   curse  for  a thief but only a small obstacle
            for a good thief. 

                Without another word, he made his way deeper
                into the villagers narrow alley. 


fortesinfide:

scarsofvengeance:

Insult? Nonsense, simply pure fact. He bore all the signs of being a scoundrel, she only spoke the truth as she saw fit. Quietly gazing up at the bandit with cool, cerulean eyes, she simply exhaled lowly. It appears that returning to MelFes will be no simple task.

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"I would assume the root of their fears is your doing, sir?"

It is rhetorical of course. Despite how petty a thief he may appear to be, looks are often deceiving.


{ لص }— “Your assumption is only partly correct.” He rose a finger
              a golden  ring   hanging   around   the tan digit, it’s worth 
              already   showing   that  this  item surely wasn’t obtained
              through hours of hard labor. 

                 "What they fear is indeed a serpent." 

           He pointed at the little, white   snake   but gave no further
             explanation   as   to   why   an  entire   palace  would fear 
             a small creature like this. Instead, he remained crouching
             on top   of   the   wall    until    voices from behind the wall
             seemed to become louder.

                  "If you want to enter, you’ll have to 
                                  do it like the serpent I’m afraid.”


innocentlycorruptedmind followed a thief…

innocentlycorruptedmind:

scarsofvengeance:

The image of the lion coming at him scared the living daylights out of Ryou. But the idea of Bakurah tackling it to the ground and killing it — as well as sustaining several wounds himself — made the white-haired boy’s eyes widen. What the fuck was he doing? As the transaction slowly took place before his eyes, he was rooted to the spot from fear. Of course, coming up behind the beast was easy, but helping the Egyptian upfront? Not his strong point.

As soon as the beast was dead, the boy scurried over to the thief, looking him over and looking a mixture of concerned and scared at the cuts. He reached out with his free hand, pulling at the robes Bakurah wore to see if there were any concealed.

"Jesus Christ, what the Hell were you planning?" he hissed, only turning to look over his shoulder when the people who had kidnapped him began to walk over to them.

Pale fingers curled around the dagger still in his hand, bright eyes narrowing dangerously close. He was not in any mood for this. The fact that he was pale-skinned and treated like an object was bad enough, but now that he had almost died because of the pricks only set him more on edge.

He pursed his lips, turning to face them and hide the dagger behind his back.


{ لص }— He tilted his head, letting sand and blood drip from a
              wound on his neck with a low grumble as he heard
              the boy beginning to complain about his actions. 

                 "Let that be my problem." He snorted before his eyes began
                  to dart around until they found what they were looking for.

          Bakurah ran towards a single target, beat him to the 
            ground within a few seconds and took his rope. He  
            bound a dagger to the end of it and then tossed it up
            so the dagger would get stuck on the iron bars atop
            the pit.

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                    "Hold on tightly." Bakurah grabbed the boy
                       by the hip and pulled them up with their
                              attackers curses behind them.


child-thief-king:

scarsofvengeance:

 

"That was maybe half a season ago! I’ve improved! Stole one easily! It was a bit rough but I’m getting the hang of it! I can’t full on make it run but I can make it trot fast enough to get away at night! " gives a cocky grin.


{ لص }—”So you finally learned.” He scoffed, a smirk allowing the
             corners of his lips to tug upward a little. It seemed that
             time had passed by faster than he thought. 

                          "It was about time." 


Scarred Bond [ AU ]

shoot-of-corruption:

He had slept rolled in half under a protruding boulder, the space barely enough to make him breath… but the sunlight had him almost giving up at the first days he had wandered around aimlessly.
It had intruded his first layers of skin and wanted to rip it off… he had felt it… his blood had been boiling in his veins.

The next night and day he had spent under this boulder… nothing around but a snake that was barely enough to quench his roaring thirst. He would have been drinking his own blood, but he knew that animals were able to smell that. And above all he didn’t need any jackals, following him around in this desolate place. The sun was about to vanish as he crawled out from his space again, licking over his still metallic tasting lips.

He knew that the night was mercilessly cold, but whereas it made his limbs numb, the sun burned his skin off. He had learned that quickly, as he had moved through the sands.
Coughing lowly with the harsh wind that filled his nose and mouth with sand, he went on… he was unwilling to give up.
He wasn’t going to die yet. He wasn’t READY to die yet. He was finally outside and all he knew was heat and death. There needed to be more!

He pulled his tunic tighter around himself, teeth rattling in determination as he climbed the next dune weakly.

{ لص }— The thief had been riding along the dunes on his
           black stallion, his crimson coat getting carried by the
           the wind while the animal’s hooves tossed the hot
           sand into the air. He only stopped as he spotted 
           something down the dune, circled by vultures who
           threw their greedy shadows on him. 

        As he had reached the dune, he realized that it was
           a boy, crawling up the sand with shaking hands.
           Bakurah stared down at him until his horse’s shadow
           engulfed the miserable figure before him.

            

       He saw that the boy was dying and also knew that
         stopping here was a waste of his time but in the
         end he picked the boy up and tossed him over his 
         horse before he continued his way. It wasn’t 
         mercy that made the thief take the boy with him 
         It was the fact that he reminded Bakurah of himself.
         

                 Clinging to life at all  costs



{ لص }— “You might be better off begging, stealing doesn’t seem
                     to be one of your strong abilities.” He sneered. 


priest-akhenaden:

scarsofvengeance:

 


               

The priest tensed and turned quickly. Surely, his mind was playing tricks on him. He had been working harder this week, and he did not rest as usual.

"Is someone there?" he wondered aloud.

{ لص }— He watched the old priest, fear seeping  through these
             old bones, he could see it.  How   he   looked  down on
             this   foolish   old   man,  quite   literally   regarding   his 
             current posiiton. 

                               "Hahahaha … " 

          Bakurah’s eerie chuckle echoed through the halls
            and before the  old   man  could even   spot    him
            he was already standing behind the other. 

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"You’re losing your touch ,Akhenaden."


damaged-deity:

scarsofvengeance:

 

"That will not prove you beyond anything more than basic capability," The voice cut down quickly.

I   e x p  e c t   you to bring me the items, I will not be impressed. if you want to prove yourself beyond a lowly servant, bring me the head of one of the Pharaoh’s court, along with the next item you retrieve - show me your strength.


{ لص }— The command   caused   the thief to frown. How could
              the dark lord still   judge  his   loyalties? The  thief had
              sold    his soul     for     these powers.. But the request
              was an easy one, he actually   would enjoy presenting
              him the head of one of the priest’s and in exchange

                        Gain even more { p o w e r }

 

           "As you wish." 


              


fortesinfide:

scarsofvengeance:

Hand instantly and swiftly drawing Fuoco from her sheathe, cerulean eyes locked onto the ruffian, empty as stagnant water. Staring for several beats, a soft noise of disapproval escaped her throat. Truly, this man bore all characteristics she held within the lowest of disregards.

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"I can spend this time how I choose to, scoundrel."

Tone lacking any sort of color, the blonde tilted her head up to gaze upon the sacred walls that protected the village. Perhaps drawing someone out would be abetter course of action?

"Perhaps they will listen to reason."


{ لص }—Bakurah wasn’t   effected by the insult, he was used
             much worse   than   that. A   simple    shrug     of his 
             shoulders proving how    little    respect    he had for 
             what was around him, glorified by the rest of Kemet 

   "They won’t. They’re too afraid of snakes slithering
          into their palace. Our majesty is quite afraid of serpents —- “

                          

      As soon as the thief said that, a white snake poked its
      head out from behind   ivory   strands of hair. It stared
     with crimson eyes at the   blonde,  then   gave   a hiss.

                 "—- Didn’t you know?"