You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Khyan felt the bump from Idalie against his shoulder, his head turning quickly towards her in worry but he smiled gently, leaning towards her and softly nuzzling into her neck and glancing down towards Tyra and giving a soft smile, stepping back just enough for the youngling to see the approaching wolf and the..snake, just like his! Oh, where was that little rascal? Probably back on the island, hopefully Sobek hadn't eaten it..

He listened to Amon talk, and his ears tilted forwards some being called a Prince! And Idalie a princess! Well..yeah! They were dragons! Son of Pharaoh and Idalie would soon be a dragon herself once they got home and could tell Ma about them!

He shifted some, eyes dragging to the satriya wolf, eyes dragging to their shoulder, eyes fixing on that wound with a slight inhale, remembering Idalie's own wound from the spars with Ma. He took a quick sniff at the air, but all he could smell was the infection brewing from Tyra's wounds.

Khyan shifted barely, eyes fixating on the male wolf, and he took a slow step forwards to stand just behind him and off to the side, he trusted Idalie to keep Tyra safe, and he was sure, so sure he could take on a few wolves if he had to! He just...hoped he didn't, have to, it'd be nice to lay down for a while.

I can hunt well, and I can help take care of anything that's needed!

Idalie, stai bene?

Common Italian Russian

Desert wolves and a snake. Idalie stood taller beside Tyra, her heart a flutter behind her ribs as they approached. The wolves were beautiful, in particular the gold-touched man who held himself with the air of someone royal and important. Idalie wished she could look the same, but her legs trembled and her tail kept sneaking between her legs.

Tyra needed help, though, and the sheltered princess was willing to do whatever necessary to provide that for her.

Khyan moved from her side and she wished to follow, but little Tyra was so ill, and she couldn't force herself away from her.

Idalie, stai bene?

She hummed in affirmation. Nervous, yes, but still okay.

A pretty lady approached them, and her eyes were kinder than the man's. Still Idalie planted herself between her and her charge, though her tail did sway ever so slightly at the openness on her face. The black-and-gold man's expression was shuttered.

"Please," she said aloud, unable to stop herself. Idalie stepped forward and knelt, chin brushing the sand, imploring him directly. "A child is hurt and in need." Pale blue eyes flickered up, though her posture remained low and respectful. "I beg for your kindness and mercy."

Guardian Skill 3/5

Safiya studied the man. Well met Amon. She was swift to gather his lock on the name Lyra. So loyal to a pack, but only as long as she was leader. Good to know. She could understand this.

Before she could say more. Pharoah was there followed swiftly by Tavina. She shifted just to flank the Pharoah and Tavina. Her job as guardian now to them and not the borders.

They need care.

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Amon is speaking egyptian in italics I don't want to jump to the translator <3 also skip Tyra !

Amon internally winced as Khyan offered his services, as Idalie bowed to the foreign ruler once he arrived, though his face remained schooled as he too bowed his head somewhat to the Pharaoh. Nephthys hasn't taught her children much in the way of interacting with other royalty, has she? He doubted the woman knew much herself, the feral Saxe never put much into diplomacy.

He waited for Safiya to address the young Horus, before he spoke to the pair (and snake, that he still thinks is a pet) with his head lowered in their own tongue. His mother tongue, eons ago. Peace to Satriya and Horus. The youngest princess of Jakten needs medicine, great one, She will die without your mercy Nyra and Jaxxon have been dragging their feet on the alliance, he knew, more accustomed to shows of force than material trade.

I am Amon, her guardian while the magic of this world keeps us from home, we are still building an alliance, yes? I have nothing of trade in return beyond promises and future favors, while my leg is as it is, but Prince Khyan and his intended, Princess Idalie, of Dragon's Dominion are willing to offer their services in exchange for her life He knew asking for help for free was a long shot, and the teenagers had already shown their eagerness and inexperience. He swapped back to english, for the children's sakes, now that the ass kissing was over. Their royal mother Pharaoh Nephthys, and Einvald Nyra have been long standing allies Sorry Vasili, she sounded more Egyptian. They have no experience in court, but they can hunt

Would the young god-king see the opportunity there, in the teenagers? A chance to spread his influence and way to further packs? Amon hoped he did, for Tyra's sake, holding back the urge to check on the pup who was slowly sinking in posture with her crutch having moved forward to kneel.

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Khyan’s ears tilted back slightly at the cobra’s words, though whether from offense or uncertainty even he did not know. Children.

Maybe they were.

The young dragon shifted where he stood, exhaustion heavy in his limbs after the long journey, but his posture instinctively angled closer toward Idalie and Tyra both. Protective. Solid. His shoulder brushed lightly against Idalie’s as though to reassure himself she was still there.

Purple eyes flicked toward her first at the sound of her soft voice. The tension in his expression eased immediately. He leaned down without hesitation, pressing a brief nuzzle against the side of her neck before drawing back again.

Then his attention returned to Pharaoh.

The dark wolf’s coldness was impossible to miss. Khyan felt it settle over the group like shade before a storm. His stomach tightened beneath it, but he held the ruler’s gaze anyway despite the nervous fluttering beneath his ribs.

Tyra looked worse.

The scent coming from her wounds made his nose wrinkle faintly; infected, festering, wrong. It dragged an ugly memory to the forefront of his mind, something beyond this life, ugly wound infected beyond repair, the sour smell that clung to fur no matter what happened.

His tail lashed once behind him before stilling.

Khyan lowered his head then, not submissive exactly, but respectful in the way he’d seen others do back up at that castle.. Quiet acceptance. Quiet offering.

Whatever these wolves asked in return, he was prepared to give it if it meant Tyra lived long enough to make it home. If it meant he, could go home.