He made his way down the hall, his feet touching cold stone as they neared the staircase that would lead them to freedom. As soon as the two guards were gone that blocked the entrance “And there we have my part of the prey.”
Ryou hesitated, not moving from his spot. He honestly did not want to go back out there, back under the burning sun on uncomfortable feet where anyone could attack him and he wouldn’t be able to defend himself. He was weak as it was, but he didn’t think eating would make much of a difference to his strength. He had never been strong to begin with. That only left…
Emeralds followed the taller man as he walked by him, the cogs of his mind working quickly, the computer that was his brain wheezing away. Pursing his lips, he balled his hands into fists. He contemplated the cave he was in, taking in his surroundings. the rustle of cloth and clink of metal made him look up, a startled look on his face.
"Where— Where are you going?" he asked worriedly, chewing on his bottom lip.
"Storing away my goods." My dropped the bag beside another one. As the fabric slipped down a little, it allowed Ryou a glance on solid gold in different shapes. He sat down, legs crossed and back facing Ryou as if he decided to ignore the boy while he grabbed piece by piece to admire the gold. Not because of his worth but because the Pharaoh would surely miss it.
Bakurah did that for a while, not turning his head back as he suddenly began to talk again. “You’re still here? What happened to ‘I’m no treasure to be stolen’ ? ” A rough chuckle escaped his throat. “You don’t have much time to decide - the sun is about to go down…” Orange light fell into the cave as it crawled over the stony ground till it hit Ryous feet. From this angle, the sun was shining directly into the cave with the last bit of light before it was hidden behind the horizon.
…………………….. "Of course."
It was a mutter; in response to the thief’s words as he quickly and ably followed the movements showcased before him without much attracting the attentions of palace guards. For a Pharaoh that was so hated by a handsome number of men and women below his ‘divine rule’… these guards certainly were a little too overly relaxed by the prospect of what they didn’t know they had to keep out. ‘That’ being the red robed king of thieves that even put Diabound’s silent stalking to shame with how well he maneuvered about the golden walls. Did they have any idea how well he knew this place? Ha, probably not.
Red eyes went north, into the sky at the mention of feathered spies. Diabound hated birds. Not for their flying ability… how could he went wings protruded obscenely from his scales. But for their habits. They were, however, a good meal.
Such idle thoughts took dominance over him for a moment and he continued to follow; awaiting his master’s last plan of action before they were inside the foul furnace of the king’s domain… when all too suddenly;
………………………..He coughed and coughed until eventually it became choking. Just as Bakura had neared the wall; Diabound’s throat suddenly felt as if it were flooding. On account of not giving them away, he forced himself into the wall’s shadow to clutch at his neck in panic. Eyes widened and breath began to fade. In the distance, a couple of guards roused to suspicion, but even then, the violent coughing did not cease no matter how hard he tried to subdue it. He was giving their position away!
A hand clasped over his mouth in the second attempt and eventually.. eventually the serpent man’s breathing returned to a more generous pace and the coughing dimmed. Though… when his hand drew away from lips…
…shocked by what stained his skin… being for one of the first time; his own blood and not others. Widened, dilated pupils stared as a mouth mumbled in unease.
"Repressed… in this form for too long… it’s destroying itself…"
…. “Master, we mussst hurry. My purpose is not to end thiss day!” Too soon, by a mere ARTIFACT? No, they needed to move. And move quickly.
At first, it was just a silent wheezing and the thief was way too concentrated on getting inside the palace to notice Diabounds struggle. Only as a cough became so loud, that even the guards turned their heads - that was when the thief’s head tossed around to stare at Diabound. He moved over to the serpent, about to ask what this coughing was about - as he saw all the blood dripping from his chin and hand. Thick and constantly dripping, too much to be ignored.
He had not thought about the Ka’s powers. They were too strong to allow him to stay in his human form for too long. No human could handle such an amount of pure power and so this form was about to crumble. It never mattered since Diabound never stood long in this form but now..
"… Your purpose won’t end." Bakurah growled, still staring at the blood on Diabounds hand. Behind him, he heard the guards footsteps as they came to see what this noise was about.
The dagger in Bakurahs hand was clenched between strong digits. “Hide.” Was the next command.He made sure Diabound was well hidden in the shadows as he climbed up the statue. Just enough to watch the guards walk through the gap between two statues, right underneath the thief…
With a jump and the sound of metal slicing flesh, both guards fell to the ground without a sound. Their throats emitted enough blood to form a big puddle on the sand colored ground but this was none of the thief’s concern now. He needed to hurry or he’d have to watch his Ka falling apart before his eyes.
"Now Diabound, move!" He hissed under his breath, quiet enough to not attract any more guards. Their way was soon blocked by the last wall that shielded the gardens from the desert. This wall was the only thing between him and the magician now. But as he took a look at Diabound, he wasn’t sure if the serpent would manage another tiring act such as this one. He needed every bit of energy to keep this mortal shell of his alive.
So Bakurah tossed the rope back up again, gave it a tug to make sure it was secure. Then he turned towards Diabound. “Get on my back - we have no time to waste.”
(>∇<) - we should rp!
"Why look at this, a royal guest."
Yes we should! I’d love to start a roleplay :>
“A mimp of tepid tongues, nothing of insults but more so a title is a complement dear thief.”
"More than that, something you earn which you haven’t." He leaned back, cocking his head to the side before he tugged at his own earlobe. "I think it’s just the pretty gold making you believe you were a real king."
"And a petty thief is the one to decide what is earned and is not? You are the one that holds eyes over ever given made?" Only gods held such power, nothing could be gained from the death stare the male was giving thee other. " You know jack fucking shit boy, so just stop while your ahead."
No anger was showing on Bakurahs face, instead the King of Thieves seemed amused. He gave the Pharaoh the most mocking smirk his head as he cocked his head back a little. ”It doesn’t need much to see that you’re no king but a spoiled brat that was placed on the throne too early. You’re nothing but an insect to be squished under my foot.”
With his nod, Jounetsu winked in reply and extended her senses again, watching the thief and priest from around the corner. She couldn’t wait until that creepy old coot was dead and that even creepier item of his was taken once and for all. In all honesty it felt as though Bakurah was doing the people of this kingdom a huge favor with this move; they wouldn’t have to look at his ugly face anymore.
As the thief did his work, she could hear guards talking as they approached, and gave a subtle signal to Bakurah to let him know she’d take care of it and to continue. With a few stealthy steps she pounced, immediately silencing the guards and began working on knocking them out. One was strangled and left on the palace floor while the other was hit on the back of the head, knocking him out while the disguised kitsune bound and gagged him. It seemed another pair noticed the commotion, however, so she turned and knocked them out as well with hits to the gut and the back of their heads, catching their bodies and spears before they made any noise.
She set their unconscious bodies down on the floor and placed the spears against the wall, keeping one in hand to check the area. Another four guards were silenced and taken care of with stealthy and swift assassin-like movements, and the hall fell quiet with their forms collapsing in death. She returned to the corner to let Bakurah know the guards were taken out and the area was clear, a smirk pulling at her lips.
as Bakurah made his way up the stairs to reach the old Priest, he could already sense the mans fear rising which each step the thief took. In his panic, Akhenaden tried to summon a Ka but Diabound was quicker. Invisible and destructive. Thanks to these aspects, the snake utterly destroyed the Priests stone slabs in which his creatures were locked - unable to be used now. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since a long time..” Bakurah began and then took the last step to reach the top of the Temple. “Now it’s time you pay old man.” Behind him - more tablets were destroyed, causing dust to fill the air. Inside this dust, the silhouette of a giant creature became visible.
With a sharp nod of his head, Bakurah commanded Diabound to toss Akhenaden against the wall - the sound of the old mans bones echoed upwards the temple. A sound like branches being bend by a storm.
"It’s painful isn’t it old man?" He took another step forward, his eyes following Akehandens body as it fell back to the ground. He walked over to him and picked him up by the scoff of his robe." To lose everything you care about. Well try losing your whole village!" He yelled into the others face before he grasped the Item and ripped it out of his skull.
Bakurah was so wrapped up in his revenge that he did not notice the Kistunes fight behind him. Just as he dropped the old man and turned his head back to her - he saw the body of guards and knew that there were more to follow.
"…Now stop squirming already." He grumbled, letting his hands slide along the snakes body to locate the proper spot. "…This is just going to give you a stomach ache."
"Hold still, I can’t reach your pockets and jewelry."
" .. I must have had too much of that wine i stole from the palace."
"I cannot see in this festive hat garment."
Bumps into things and people.
"Get ready Diabound, tonight we shall leave some presents for the Pharaoh."
"This wouldn’t surprise me if I wouldn’t know that you had a good reason for doing so. What happened this time?"
SEEMINGLY jusssst how intolerable your ssspecies build issss! I am not usssed to that of which you experience and take for granted. I DO NOT LIKE IT.
Place me down!” Flailing a little in hand, he honestly did not wish to burden nor share such an experience and someone was going to get bitten should any more coaxing of the reason happen.
The thief still wasn’t quite sure what the snake was talking about but the angry hissing and flailing was enough to cease Bakurahs curiosity. “You’re having mysterious problems with your mortal form again, I understand. There’s no need to throw such a tantrum.” He let Diabound down and folded his arms. “And if you bite me again I’m going to return the favor.”
"why on earth would he lock you up? Plus it wouldn’t be fun of someones well being wasn’t in jeopardy."
"Because he fears me. I’m a bigger threat to his kingdom than the Nubian armies and his life will the first to end when I strike."
"You have a plan?" She asked crossing her arms
"Yes but it doesn’t involve you, so you better return from wherever you came from."
"Another stranger who claims that she’d free me? Hah! I wouldn’t bet my life on it. It would be the smartest thing to do of course and since you’d unchain me - you’d get to witness the Pharaohs death for daring to lock me up. You made a wise choice."
(This head canon actually makes much sense. I mean, why he would seek revenge for people he probably is glad they are gone?)
(( Exactly. It just would make no sense to me. Village of thieves does not have to mean that they were evil.))
☄ - My opinion of you
A nice, passionate person with a lot of creativity. You’re never too afraid to try out something new but also never forget to stay loyal to your friends.
❧ - A ship I have with your character
So far none I believe. If there’s going to be one - we’d have to think of a name.
✾ - Why I chose my character.
Because the Thief King is MY definition of strength. His entire character is based on more than a tragic story and ancient games. He’s a man who had fought his way through a life that constantly beat him down. He’s broken, bruised and shattered in many ways - Yet I’ve never seen a character who has been stronger than him.
I wanted this strength to show when I’d interact with other people. For he’s more than just a pawn or an ‘ancient self’ - He’s a thief in a kingdom that worshipped royalty as gods and thieves as enemies of said kingdom. All alone he’s standing against this kingdom and even after all the things that happened to him, he still stands there, sure of his victory. He does not fear to remember the nightmares of his past but uses them as a weapon against his enemies.
Beside this anger - there is no other special power about him. He’s just a man. Mortal and there’s nothing I enjoy more than trying to put a mortals strength into words. The fact that he fell for corruption also really tempted me to rp him. He knew what kind of powers he was going to sell his soul to - yet nothing managed to make him hesitate or question his choices. He creates a God Ka through these very strong emotions of hatred in his heart and the closer he comes to victory - the more he allows his soul to get devoured by these powers. It’s sad and fascinating at the same time.
A little street rat that became the King of Thieves - a single man fighting an entire kingdom. I will not let anyone tell me that Bakurah is just a mere pawn. He survived - he has come far and I want to be the one to discover the details of his journey along with other people who want to interact with my muse.
☄ - My opinion of you.
A lovely person that never fails to make me smile <3
❧ - A ship I have with your character.
Sickle of course.
☑ - A fact about the character.
To Bakurah there is ‘honor among thieves’, So far, the robbers that roam Kemet have none of this honor in Bakurahs eyes for he learned to take whatever he needed to survive from his father and his group of robbers. Such robbers as the Kul Elna robbers were rare - guided by an honest man. No other robber has proven worthy of this status so Bakurah sees them as peasants and obstacles that cannot be trusted. Therefor, he works alone.