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idateorca:

drawing late at night does not work because i get rired halfway through and end up not doing so great. im sorry baby bun;;;;

idateorca:

drawing late at night does not work because i get rired halfway through and end up not doing so great. im sorry baby bun;;;;


diabind: Scars upon the body would be nothing new to the serpent- but... would certainly not be subtle at all in staring at the tapestry of each. Any new ones would cause a gasp! or strike up conversation. But he would never touch, though eyes were truthful enough to show that was what he wanted to do. 

After the crimson coat had slipped down his tan skin he ran his hand through his neck after dipping his digits in water. The cool water caused his muscles to relax, the skin stretching over the scars left all over him. Some as old as him, others fresh, just healed quickly. 

He could sense the Diabound’s look on the scarred skin. He always did, even without turning around. He could almost sense the worry within the bound their shared. The kind of worry, usually only a mother would feel for her eldest son. It didn’t seem fitting with his Ka but it was exactly the kind of feeling, Bakurah sorted into the category of a mother. It was all he remembered of her worries. Diabound just carried her aura in moments like these.

He motioned towards a bowl of turmeric without turning around. “Put some turmeric on the fresh ones, I can’t be bothered to be distracted by these scratches.”

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And the moment he grabbed a knife to kill a Ka.. I knew, this evening was going to be rather amusing. 


justiceunderthegods:

scarsofvengeance:

  1. justiceunderthegods said: //Daddy Pharaoh says BRING ON THE STORM LITTLE THIEF!

Careful what you wish for, old man. 

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diabind:

scarsofvengeance:

Eyes instinctively went to the bag before quickly returning to the keeper of said bag. But he began to be more preoccupied with settling in the same sand with Bakurah rather than checking out the contents of the bag. That thing never really interested him personally… but listening and showing he listened to Bakurah’s conquests was important to him.

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"Oh? You’re not easily fooled. Dare I ask what became of those that were fools in themselves for misleading you sssso?"

He smirked at the way Diabound asked him, already knowing the answer. With an arrogant demeanor, he closed his eyes for a moment, folding his arms over his chest. “I left their heads inside a sacred chest that  will be waiting for the Priests to open it.” 

"Seeing their damned faces would make up for this useless journey."


pandateddyclaws:

scarsofvengeance:

 

"Try and cut out my tongue and I’ll bite your fingers off." (She didn’t like being threatened by strangers and just because this one looked familiar didn’t mean he made her feel any safer around him.) "I lived with a Queen for most of my childhood so I think you’re the one mistaken in this." (Tilts head.) "I’m also a talking rug because rugs aren’t known to speak very often….I’m not helping my situation much am I?"

(Sighs, ears slumping.) “I’m sorry for questioning your title, I’m sure you’re a very good king to your subjects even if you don’t have a queen….” (Frowns, stepping closer.) “But how can you judge what I can and can’t understand? if you explain it well I see no reason why I can’t…”

The more she talked, the more annoyed and tired the thief seemed to become of her chatter. So in the middle, he grabbed her by the skull and lifted her off the ground - swiveling his head towards her while he held her like a broken toy. “I don’t need to explain a damned thing to you - You will soon seen that there will be only one king left in this kingdom and this will be me.” 

He loosened his grip to drop her once more, arms resting on his knees as he sat in the sand.


queen-diclonius-lucy: "What do they want with us?" 

sadisticdicloniuslucy:

scarsofvengeance:

scarsofvengeance:

"Keh.. You seriously don’t know? They’re going to put us before their trial." He closed his eyes , smirking smugly. "And then they will execute us. It reeks of fear if you ask me. " A low chuckle escaped his throat.

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He was defiantly her master that much was true the diclonius wasn’t blind. But unlike her master, he wasn’t a spineless asshole who kicked Lucy around like a beaten puppy dog. Maybe he was and Lucy just hadn’t seen that side to him yet.

"Tch, I suppose it wouldn’t kill me even if fire is one of humans creations disgusting little creatures."

The diclonius sneered and moved closet to the fire trying to keep herself warm for the night. Had it been her master Soul he would of kicked her out on her ass by now.

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"Fire wasn’t created by humans, who told you this ridiculous story?" He snorted, looking at her like she was a child he needed to lecture - despite his poor education. However, the lecturing was cut short for Bakurah did not feel like lecturing this woman. Not about gods and ancient stories that never held any interest or hope for him.Instead, he remained silent, watching the flame and letting it warm him.


vasejumper: "What do you want with me?" 

vasejumper:

scarsofvengeance:

scarsofvengeance:

"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." 

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Mana glared at him, though her hands were clenched into fists to stop herself from shaking. Who talked so easily about killing someone? True, she didn’t like the thief herself, for obvious reasons, but it shouldn’t be easy thinking about killing someone!

Besides, she would trust the ‘safely’ part of his sentence a lot more if they hadn’t literally dragged her out of bed and bound her so she couldn’t move or speak! Her glare darkened significantly as Mana struggled against the ropes, which did nothing but cause her more pain and discomfort when she ended up twisting herself around.

With the great honor of being the one who was allowed to murder the thief in his apparent sleep, Kasim went out of the room in order to move down the stairs. Moments passed in which there was nothing but silence. The raven haired leader seemed to grow impatient and drummed his fingers against his biceps. “Where in Anubis name is this fool?” He muttered. However, just in that moment, Kasim came crashing through the wall.

His body was limp, lifeless as it rested against the wall. Three pair of eyes stared in shock before they followed the hole in the wall, staring at the crimson clothed thief who was standing tall behind the thin dust curtain.

"Return the girl." He growled in a deep and threatening voice. 


lostpharaohoftime:

scarsofvengeance:

scarsofvengeance:

(>∇<) - we should rp!

"Why look at this, a royal guest."

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ooc.

Yes we should! I’d love to start a roleplay :>

 

Atemu was disoriented within the factors of the pushing winds , lost in the notions and feelings within. A cunning observation that lead to nothing but a laugh as beast where thrown, watching rather brilliantly as the combustion transpired. Darkness like a crashing wave against the far wall, where the beast hit. Like loose beads off their noose spilling where they fell. Only to grow again where it now stood, size larger then before. Shaking it’s head, and fur before giving a bold snarl. Then barking loudly, teeth and fangs baring, as it’s only missing eyes moved as if to be missing lights.

Snarling sharply, at the same time Atemu steeped closer off his stairs, away from the cracking throne and hanging tapestries. Watching with slightly crashed bloody eyes, smirks that felt no more then the madness that created them. Mocking tones and loose tongues he stood within the edge of the battling ground.

"Your majesty? I do adore the ring that has upon your filth of a face." He shot rather quickly, creating a plan to take down that supposed god. "Cut me down? With that butter knife you carry around? As if you prevail, " The beast once more just lunged as the king spoke, tearing it’s fangs into the side of Diabound’s arm. Attempting to crush the bone that was there. Shattering it with a final loud crunch.

Darting away, as Atemu’s arms crossed. “You stand to take down what you detest, no two opinions of the past are the same. Nor the dreaded story! Fight the battles you create as long as you stand, hated and revenue for revenge leads nothing but to disaster.” Not a warning just a statement he shot. The male knew the past and what was done, never asked once if he was agreeing with it.

"You’d be surprise to see what can be turned into a weapon in the hands of a real king." Bakurah simply replied, sneering at the Pharaoh with his face scrunching up in arrogance and anger. "Diabound, get rid of that mutt and crush the Pharaoh!" He was done playing by the rules. Not that this game had ever any rules to begin with. 

With all his might, the anger of his soul rushed through Diabound who seemed to grow as well, wings, spreading and breaking a few pillars around them as the creatures roar shook the ground. With his other claw, he ripped the mutt off his arm before some serious damage could have been done, left to be squished between the serpents talons. Pale eyes moved to pierce the Pharaoh, a hiss escaping Diabound.

"You should have hidden behind your Priests." A low growl was scattered all over that sentence, rolling right out of the thief’s chest before his hand thrust forward. He could sense that the mutt wasn’t bound in the grasp for long. An attack would be sufficient to get rid of it but too great was the anger and too tempting the royal target before him.

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"Helical shockwave!" He called out, to be illuminated by a pale light coming from behind him as Diabound collected the attacks energy before sending it right towards Atem. 


Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

itxisxaboutxpower:

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diabind:

scarsofvengeance:

With a pause of silence the the sigh of his king filling the air; that same air was filled with the melting remains of his snake form that was instead replaced with that of his human. And of course, a very human arm extending to push away some of the thief’s rouge hairs.

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"Regret is something we have both learned is pointlessss to feel; seldom do the things you do earn such a feeling, it’s wassssted. I’m sssimply glad you have returned home. Really. I feel much better in myssself now.

Pray tell me of where you’ve been~”

He dropped the barely filled bag to the ground where it landed with a metallic sound. Then settled down to sit in the warm sand beside Diabound. “Of course, you’re right. Yet it would have been good to know.”

Leaning back against the remains of a once high wall, he turned his head towards the serpent. “The northern lands, I followed a caravan to Hamrat where  a special offering was supposed to be brought for the Pharaoh.” He snorted. “I was fooled. Nothing but some golden offerings.”


Anonymous: a small, faceless spirit appeared before the thief king "how do you feel about snakes? i find them endearing." 

"Isn’t that obvious?" He cocked his head with an eyebrow tugging upwards a little as he examined the spirit. 

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