I know yooou.
You’re that alternate that wields a humanized Diabound.
I’ve already been acquainted to your Ka. Watch out now, I might just steal him ~
"You cannot steal what’s bound to my soul. If you insist on trying, then your mocking features will be cut to size by me."
Grimacing he ducked behind the cave wall again and tossed his head to the side to look at the girl. He needed a distraction… — Sheriti noticed that he was out of sight within seconds. She turned her body around, wondering where the thief had disappeared to. Then she began to think that she had seen a mirage of the man. Shaking her head, she continued to look around, even if she wasn’t able to walk with injured toes. “H-Hello…? Hello??” She called out.
He suddenly grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with a single, bloody palm. Waiting till the guards had passed he knew that she would call out as soon as he left the cave. The best was, to take her with him and leave her to die somewhere in the desert.
So he made his way out, swiftly moving through the shadows, down the rivers bench with her in his arm. As he was far enough away, he let her down, dropping her to the ground without a care.
A low chuckle escaped the thief, before he gave a laugh, mocking the sun and the stars of Egypt, the great Pharaoh himself. „Don’t give me this talk about justice, old man.Your justice is just as corrupted as you are. To you – Justice means obedience. To me – it’s revenge.“
He clenched his fist, underlining the menacing meaning to his words. „Watch me, while I teach you and your people the real meaning of justice.“
A village compared to King’s desire? he repeated to himself, his gaze sharpening further. The Great Pharaoh had no reason to make war with villages or thieves unless their actions grieved the other citizens of Egypt. If only Bakurah had not taken his war against innocents, then perhaps Akhenamkhanen would have accepted culpability for any accusations.
"Indeed, the gods do not look upon filth without disdain," he said, "lowlife ruffians who terrorize merchants; murderers and rapists; those who make no effort to do good - nay! Strive for evil. I use my powers to uphold order, whereas you use your abilities in the name of isfet.”
"Filth.." He repeated, tilting his head to the side with eyes narrowing almost calmly if it weren’t for the cynical glimmer within the pale violet of his eyes. How many years had that word rested upon his shoulders like a chunk of metal. Too many until he finally melted the weight down into an armor. "The effort to do good died within us as the good died in this world." He spoke, almost to himself for his eyes weren’t on the Pharaoh anymore, this was, until they shot towards him like small moons denying to leave the sky.
"Just what would you know about me? You know nothing but the fear in your peoples eyes as they mention my name." He pointed at the other, golden rings adorning his fingers, shining in the light of the torches. "You’re so clueless and think that you could fool me like the rest of these dogs??" He spread his arms, giving a low laugh. "But your majesty, you should know that I’m far from reaching the amount of blood that’s staining your hands. You are my inspiration.”
Ryou’s mind was groggy and foggy when he slowly came to, pain flooding from the back of his head. He ground his teeth together, not making a sound as he moved to lay on his side. Someone was shouting at him with a weird accent, a weird accent that he’d heard before. Where was he? Somewhere dark without natural light, somewhere cold. His body was pressed against a dirt floor…
"Ah!" he cried out as his hair as pulled. One of his eyes squeezed itself shut while the other stared angrily up at the two strangers. He tried to lash out, tried to kick with his feet only to find that they were chained together. He growled to himself and managed to stop his head from colliding too bad with the floor.
The white-haired man rolled away from the too and used the wall to help himself up on shaky legs. Messy hair framed and hid most of his face and his chest heaved with the unexpected strain. Was this usual whenever someone awoke from being knocked out. He bared his teeth when the men came forward.
They grabbed his arms and once more he tried to kick them only to no avail. They were stronger than he was and probably used to getting Hell from the people they had to bring to God knows where. He struggled violently and tried to make them lose their balance or their grip on him. They almost smacked his face into the wall as a lesson to stop.
Valuing his life, he calmed his struggles but made it known that he still didn’t wish to be here. Where were they taking him? Where were they? His angry gaze moved back and forth until his eyes widened and he stared, almost gaping, at what appeared to be some kind of… Auction.
He was shoved forward onto a platform, the men grinning at him. Was… Was he being sold?
As soon as Ryou had entered the platform, the crowd grew quiet. A mixture of fear and awe on their faces as they stared at the pale creature before them. The fat man leading the acution began to stroke his mustache in a pondering manner. Then he turned to one of the two men that had brought Ryou here, hissing out insults with a deep arabic accent. ‘What should I do with this one you fools? He scares the costumers!’ .. He rose a hand and smacked one of the men behind his head who gave a flinch and an apologetic look.
The auctioneer rubbed his temple before he stepped up to look Ryou up and down in a rather disdainful way. 'Too weak.. Too skinny..' he mumbled while looking at him. However, the pretty face wasn’t dismissed as his rough fingers roughly grabbed Ryou’s face. 'If it weren't for the hair..' he muttered under his breath and let go before turning towards the crowd.
'An exotic one my friends!' he rose his arms. ' don't fret- he's quite pretty for-' Before he could even begin trying to sell the boy, the crowd began to scream something. The louder it got, the more audible the word was.
The Auctioneer pondered again, looking at Ryou before he smirked. ' Off to the pit with him. Now, take your bets my dear friend! How long will he survive?'
The crowd cheered. ‘off into the pit with the creature’ - ‘He’s a bad omen we don’t want him here’ - ‘Offspring of Apophis’
And so Ryou was dragged from the platform to a small arena, a hole in the ground surrounded by a fence of sharp wooden poles.
Within the crowd was a figures that had its face hidden by cloths. Only pale eyes watched the boy who was dropped into the pit.
Did any man know this feeling? Between human and beast form; the feeling of a pressure being lifted from his form just by the mere presence of the other. Having him so close; their skin touching, their auras intertwining subconsciously. That reconnection with his master; this year had been like no others, was it a sign? No mate, no food sated this hunger. Which made him think; this feeling… did he want to eat Bakurah or simply touch. It was like a mix of both and logic had abandoned the poor creature so that was exactly what it was becoming.
His mouth… salivated at the sight of his master; with a sight upon his features the creature rarely bore witness to- confusion, perhaps even shock! It tingled the very marrow of Diabound’s human bones and caused scales to bristle when he snapped at him and pushed aside hair in order to try and speak sense into the Ka.
But sense would not reach; only desperation, not sense, forced the look of despair onto Diabound’s face. And only desperation was what bore words to beckon guilt.
"You don’t wish… to help me…? I’m hungry… I ache… everything feels like I’m falling apart…"
"Massst…er…. let me…. have you… Ssssate… my hunger… end my… sssuffering… Only you… can do it…"
That over whelming sense to consume in absolute every aspect made the creature’s claws dig deeper into skin and brutally force them closer as he took in each only slightly exasperated breath from Bakurah. Drinking it in, lowering himself to the tanned flesh of his neck and grazing his teeth across the area of which held a jugular vein. Just to feel the beat by his lips, below his forked tongue that slithered out to taste. He groaned almost lewdly at the feeling, grazing their bodies together in fever.
In the very corners of his mind. Something begged other than what was displayed. What little shame he might have had, respect even, for his master, begged him to force the Ka away. Maybe even summon that part of his own Ka infused with his soul until not snake nor human remained.
Maybe that would end it. Maybe things would be saved.
Never had Diabound acted this way towards Bakurah. A hunger the thief had never witnessed, only seen when it was laced in violent intentions and used to crush their enemies. This hunger was not to soothe the hunger for war, it was a most raw kind of hunger going back to the time when human and animals shared roots. Something the thief had utterly forgotten in his constant search for something that would stop the gnawing hunger for revenge. Many things were left forgotten thanks to this search and unlike Diabound, Bakurah had no instinct to restrain his mind.
But it didn’t matter what it was for gluttonous hunger seemed to devour his only companion alive. The thief didn’t like to be forced away from his own desires but if it wasn’t for the creature he entirely trusted with his life, then for who? Many times did Diabound tent to Bakurah’s wounds, all of them. Wounds left by an arrow or a spear as much as the wounds left on his mind.
He ground his teeth at the pain he felt from sharp claws digging into his flesh and moved his hand to Diabound’s neck to keep a steady grip on the serpent now that it was fully resting in the thief’s hold. “Look at me.” He growled, feeling that forked tongue on his neck with an angry twitch of his lips. “I said look at me, Diabound!” He pulled his head back, now staring into a tormented face,that was for once covered in the thief’s blood.
Once he had Diabound’s attention he pressed his head closer until their foreheads were resting against each other. With a quiet sound, the thief’s robes were slipped down his beck before he rested Diabound’s claw on his shoulderblade. “Feast.” He spoke against metallic smelling lips. Pale eyes staring stoically into crimson orbs. “But don’t you dare to devour. You are only to devour when I say so.” His words were clear, closer, directly spoken like an arrow piercing Diabound’s mind.
He wasn’t sure if it was only blood and flesh he craved but he would give him as much as he could endure. He owed it.
(>∇<) - we should rp!
"Why look at this, a royal guest."
Yes we should! I’d love to start a roleplay :>
"A bore? More bite?" The ruler echoed, a mocking tone of which be given. A passing tongue with legs be moving. For the drips of blood that come from eyes, and the tears of death one may cry. There was not of any that came to pass but the redolence of a mockery that dare not last. For the King of Kings that stood within, shared not of shadows that dare not dime. The ones that raged and crawled up the walls, the ones that rounded empty halls. Did not but dances their songs of death. A screaming of children that call from depths. Through hushed water they may cry. For Atem they never died.
"Let the Gods be my witness of the beast you may summon, for every villain is a hero in their own mind. In one ceased way or another, You gain not my fear but my laughter. " For within the dark that grew behind, was not of something that gained a mind. It was a beast, one of grave proportions, wolf like and deadly, blood already been spilled, for within that dark, was not but of glowing red eyes and the snarl and sight of massive teeth. Cains and holders snapping slightly. "Now lets meet Ra’s pet shall we?"
Behind Bakura, a giant, slender body began to move, coiling around each other before a giant snake head was risen to hover beside his shoulder. Along the snake’s body, a far more gruesome sight became visible. A monster with claws big enough to break pillars into two and fangs like daggers. The thief could only laugh at the continued pumpous talk.
What managed to stop Bakurah’s laughter, was the beast behind the Pharaoh, growing out of shadows. Not an Egyptian God but a servant. Just another prove to the thief how corrupted and putrid the powers were, which the Pharaoh and the priests deemed so pure.
"Now you’re finally beginning to excite me and here I thought you were trying to talk me to death." He sneered, gladly waiting for the creature to manifest itself completely.
"As for now, nothing. I’m waiting for your Pharaoh friend to notice your absence and find the hint I left for him." He crouched down before her, the smirk that had been plastered on his face, growing a little. "And when he comes here to save you, It will be him who needs to be saved. You’re simply the bait."
Forcing herself to wave back at the children, Mana tightened her grip on the horse’s reins with a frown. How was it possible that no one was suspecting anything? How could they just keep going on like normal? The children were understandable, but the guards?
Wrinkling her nose at the smell, Mana nearly jumped off the horse. He wasn’t there to stop her, but… she’d seen the monster he controlled. Trying to run would only get her -and everyone else here- killed.
Mana balked at the sight of the building in front of her. She would rather be out freezing in the desert than go inside with him, and she stubbornly remained on the animal, grip tightening painfully. He hadn’t told her to get off, so she wouldn’t. If he wanted her to do anything, he’d have to make her!
After they had reached the tavern, Bakurah tied the reins to the wooden pole before it. As he turned his head, he caught glimpse of a rather stubborn Mana, challenging him with her sheer look. He had no time for her childish games and this he made clear by simply picking her up and plucking her from the reins like a flower.
He carried her underneath his arm as he moved into the tavern. A sight not strange to the scums eyes within this tavern. He slammed a golden bracelet onto the counter and ordered food and water in a commanding tone. The in keeper was so blinded by the gold that he didn’t even question where the man stole it from.
As he had sat down, he droppled the girl on the chair beside him. “Now eat and don’t make a scene.” He spoke in a low, threatening voice. So far everything had worked out nicely, he didn’t want to draw the attention towards him and his magical guest thanks to her.
The kitsune could sense that the dragon was watching through her eyes as the silver-haired thief raised his arm and the sleeve of his blood-colored cloak slid down. She focused on the light glowing from the golden diadhank on his wrist, her gaze following the light as it grew and took the shape of Diabound, now a deep green and more sinister in appearance, larger in frame and more intimidating. He was truly a Ka beast worthy of fear and awe, and her eyes gleamed in approval as she watched the thief command him to cause as much destruction as possible.
The next few moments were almost a blur. With a sinister hiss that she could almost consider tangible in the shivers that coursed down her spine, Diabound faded, and she released an awed hum. Then came the explosion, making her eyes glitter in glee. This was a spectacle worth watching, indeed, and she was glad she had teamed up with the thief, smiling in approval at him. With the new Helical Shockwave blast, the rosette whistled lightly, eyes widening in awe at the increased power of the attack. “Oh, you two… Now this… this is amazing~”
It didn’t take much longer than minutes for the village to be turned into nothing but debris and dust. Upon the dust cloud, surrounded by fire and darkness - Diabound rose his skull and gave a roar that managed to shake the desert grounds to their core. The combined screams of villagers had become quiet as more fell to the beasts attacks and in the end, there were only single,scattered screams left. Bakura watched this spectacle with a satisfied expression resting on his features. The power desplayed before them was rushing through his veins and he could feel it with each heartbeat.
"This is going to be the Pharaoh’s demise." He corrected, never turning his gaze from the chaos before them. "Soon his throne will be dripping blood. After all - it was build on blood so it’s only fair to return it." He chuckled darkly, and audible growl resting in his voice as the wind dragged the desert through the air, like a closing curtain.
"Tomorrow we will reach the next village." Eventually he turned his head to the side to look the Kitsune in the eye. "We need to prepare for our battle."
There you are
It was nearing the middle of the season. His animalistic nature had eaten all every form’s conscience. It had reduced him to pure instinct which had drove him into the desserts. A mesh of all forms; a snake to sate his fever, yet he noticed that all potential female males he’d come into contact with… he’d eaten. Torn apart. Strangled them. To stop this, he had wandered in his human form among the often empty villages. Burdened with insatiable need for all manner of things. Water, food, sex, sleep. In desperation he’d even sought out the presence of humans that usually made him sick. But with similar result; they were but shredded limbs whenever he tried to sate himself.
Ka form was redundant. He was too far from his master. But ah, his master… his master stuck firmly in his mind. Like honey humans so adored, oozing into the wounds of his broken mind. The animal had eaten up the last of him until eventually he had found himself back to the only desire that he could feel. The very last thing, and only thing that would never leave his mind no matter what state. Desperate, dying….
A slow lumber caused him to approach the other, drool fell from parted lips that showed off a horrendous maw, sharpened in feast. The scales upon his skill meshed with flesh. Though he was in human form, everything exhibited that he was merged with that of the snake. In Bakurah’s temporary shock, he slid arms, as if they were snakes, around him, to his neck and leaned closely inward to inhale the scent of the thief king. The equally as sharp and his teeth scraped against tanned flesh upon contact.
"SSssss… Ah…. you ssssmell so good… Massssssssster….they weren’t good enough, not sssstrong, or fit enough to bare me… but you… ah, you’re perfect… sssso perfect… you will do…"
Bakurah had been trying to keep an eye on his Ka the entire time but it wasn’t easy with Diabound constantly leaving and slithering off into the night. After a while, Bakurah had stopped bothering since Diabound always returned, covered in the blood of others. As long as it wasn’t his blood and as long as their connection was still present, the thief decided to let it pass. Doing things on his own had been quite the change. Usually he would talk to Diabound, let things off his mind or just exist with the fact that someone was constantly around. Now he was alone, with his hungering beast roaming the night. A hunger not even Bakurah could help him with. So he thought.
It was a quiet night, colder than usual but Bakurah invited the coldness to lap on his skin, refusing to pull the crimson coat tighter around his body. His mind had been wandering, not expecting what was to come as pale arms suddenly wrapped their way around his neck and just the slightest touch of ebony claws breaking his skin.
His eyes widened for a moment, his hand already moving to his dagger as he realized just who it was that had moved so shamelessly close to the king of thieves. “Diabound..?” His eyes wandered up his form to stare at his Ka’s eyes, so empty of the usual wariness but filled with hunger. Teeth were added to this little assault as he already felt the cut on his neck bleed down his back and disappear underneath the coat.
Moving his hand away from his dagger he reached up to grab Diabound’s face, a scowl carved into Bakurah’s strict features. “Come to your senses!” He growled, fingers buried in pale hair while his thumbs were resting close to the serpents chin. It seemed almost like a curse and now Bakurah couldn’t shake off the worry he felt for his companion.
M a S s S t E r …
He gave her an unfazed look, merely raising a white eyebrow. “Back for what?”
"Back to come on another adventure with you, of course!" She beamed a childish smile, pulling her rucksack from her shoulder and holding it in the air proudly. "I brought some snacks- even got a flask of wine! Mahaad doesn’t let me drink it because he says I’m too young but.. We’re rebels on the road now, right!?”
"What makes you think I’d want to waste my time with a brat?" He closed his eyes with a light scowl, annoyance swinging in his voice before he heart the mention of wine. Opening one eye again he looked at the bottle before he snatched it from her. "..Tch. As if you could even handle wine." He simply drank it by himself, wiping his mouth once he was done.
He gave her an unfazed look, merely raising a white eyebrow. “Back for what?”
"What does that mean? Did you fall off the horse again?"
"The highborn will fall deep.”
Game of Thrones - Mhysa