1/2/2026, 2:44 AM
Skill: Orator
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As Merneith's paws shifted against the soft sands, curious eyes followed her.
Mekh had yet to formally introduce himself to the Pharaoh and his Queen. Everything had happened so quickly, he was given only a brief mention in passing while the wolves of Satriya gathered themselves for the journey home to Skyspear; better for it, he thought. At the time his ribs had still pressed painfully against taut skin, and he would have been a sorry sight to any leading figure knowing he was to be the newest addition to their ranks.
What good was a half-starved mutt? Now, at least, a healthy layer of flesh padded his bones and helped to smooth out some of the harshness of his features. He would never possess the rounded softness of a true wolf - his coyote blood made certain of that - but proper nutrition made him a little more approachable, rather than some gaunt, haunted ghost.
Merneith drew nearer to the coywolf's curled position in the sand, and he rose to his paws on the long legs his mother had given him, and spoke into the dark.
My Queen,Mekh announced, bowing his head. He would keep it lowered, eyes averted, until told otherwise.
I haven't had the chance to thank you for the generosity you and Pharaoh have shown me,he said. Was she listening, he wondered? Or was he simply babbling into the weak dawn?
If not for you and the care of Sitamun and Setemhotep, I should have perished. It is a cruel land to travel alone for one used to a life beneath the benevolence of Ra's chosen.
He paused, ears swiveling as he listened for the sound of retreating footsteps - for she had no obligation to stay and speak with him - and heard naught but the sound of the wind.
My name is Mekh. I once served as companion to my Pharaoh, Seti, but have been severed from him by the gods for reasons I do not yet see. I seek new purpose here.
But what did he have to offer them?
I am an able hunter, a swift messenger, and one who hears many whispers in better aid of my Pharaoh. Whatever it is I may do to be of use to you - speak it.
