2/11/2025, 2:25 AM
Tall ears and a pointed face appeared soon enough, key features of the coyote heritage that gave the servant such a marked silhouette. Sabast waited for Mekh to approach, the only evidence of his waffling toward impatience the twitch of his tail with it was left to swing loosely at his hocks. There was little reason for posturing right now, and Sabast had other worries beyond throwing his weight around.
A sentence he'd hoped never to have to think, honestly.
He liked throwing his relatively insubstantial weight around - the rush of power, the firelight flickers of pain, the pulse of adrenaline sparking in his blood. He hadn't been born to fight, but he'd grown into that heritage just fine after all.
Mekh remarked completely neutrally on Sabast's expression, which had the unfortunate effect of making the guard's expression wrinkle with a suspicious and generally displeased glare he directed somewhere in the distance to avoid scalding the eyebrows off the servant.
I look normal.He sniped, just to be childishly petty, mostly focused in the wet and cold feeling of ice melting between his toes. He was used to shifting sand grains, or sometimes the unfortunate grime of the fertile mud that lined the great river squishing between his toes - refreshingly cool but rarely frigid.
Sabast's golden eyes lifted from the tree he was staring into submission, sliding across to land properly on Mekh then as his head tilted curiously. His expression smoothed slightly, although the wrinkle between his brows and on the bridge of his muzzle were mostly permanent.
...Everything is the matter, right now. Have you found any others of the Kemet? One of the princes and the princess is still missing.
He fought the urge to flinch at the murmured failure that whispered at the back of his mind when he admitted some of the royal family was missing.