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backdated for April 27th bc i forgot these kids. oops.
Travel gang of Amon with a broken leg, the teenagers Khyan and Idalie and the wounded pup Tyra

They had been hanging around Eastborne too long, waiting for Tyra to heal more so she could walk on her own, when Amon began to smell the sourness on her wound. So the Radningar packed the kids up and herded them towards the tunnel...

As much as he could, anyway, with his busted leg having him hobble around.

He had had a choice to make, when they left the tunnel. Three days to Jakten, or a day and a half to Satriya....

Hopefully Nyra would forgive him for not bringing her girl home right away, because he wasn't so sure the child would make the three days without getting worse.

Let me do the speaking, alright? he spoke quietly to the children as they approached the borders, the pyramid tall in the distance setting off a pang of longing in his soul for times he just couldn't remember properly. At least at first, royals around here are usually announced before speaking themselves That is how he remembers his own kingdom, so many lifetimes ago, he was sure it was still the same.

Once they were at the border, Amon howled, a summons to their allies.

She did not feel good, that's for sure.

The scruff of her back felt hot, itchy, but it had been better since she'd been bit by the mean man in chains. She thought she was healing nicely, spending her week sleeping and chatting with whoever would talk to her, being good and letting the others change her bandages when they needed changing, at least until her guard started getting antsy about her back smelling funny.

The first day, after that long walk in the tunnel, she'd felt fine.

But when she woke up that morning, the princess was uncomfortable, and wanted to sleep in more. Complaining about the sun not even being up when the man told the group it was time to move, dragging her feet...more.

She sat at the feet of Idalie once they stopped at the border, plopped over and trying to lean against the other girl to support herself. Puppy grumbling in response to being told not to talk first. Tyra wanted to say hello after all! If she had been feeling better, she would have disobeyed, and probably get an ear cuff.

Safiya was swift to the borders. On edge. Her shoulder wound still open. She stared at the intruders. Singular Eye boring into them. But she dipped her head.

There was sickness on the air. It wafted from the pup. The leader seemed to also be wounded.

You approach Satriya. What brings you?

She knew what brought them. Or she could wager at least. They needed help. But her goodwill was a little low right this second.

She was on edge still.

Skill: Guardian

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 made sure to stick close to Idalie, his tail curled into hers or over her back, his eyes thought, flicked between the two strangers, he knew names, briefly from listening in, but besides that, he did not know them, not..in this life at least. He felt that soul like pull, the one that screamed he knew them, somehow, someway. He wanted to ask, wanted to pester Amon about it and be nosy, but not right now, not whilst Tyra looked worse than she had.

He glanced to the pup, eyes fixated on her scruff where bandages kept her wound covered and kept pastes against the wound.

Come on..when we leave i can carry you? so you don't hafta walk and hurt yer shoulder anymore?

He spoke softly, but not like he was coddling a baby, he didn't do that, not to anyone besides Idalie, she was special, she was the sun. As Amon howled though, Khyan's head snapped up, and he shifted, head ducking down to hover in front of Idalie, to act like a barrier incase someone came in hot and ready for a fight.

Idalie wasn't accustomed to all of this travel, but that was the least of her concerns. She was the only one of the group who was entirely unhurt, save for some raw paw pads, and so she would not complain. Instead, she tended to stay near the puppy, lending a listening ear and a playmate when the girl felt good enough to do so. There was a fierce protectiveness in her and it flared in the presence of this wounded child, in spite of the fact she was hardly all that much younger than Idalie herself.

Tyra pressed to her side and Idalie nosed at a soft ear, eagerly letting the pup into her space. Khyan remained on her other side, eclipsing her with his form as Amon howled for the attention of the strange pack.

Idalie shifted so that she was blocking most of the view Tyra from whoever approached, flanks expanding and narrowing with shallow breaths, blue-gold eyes trying to peek around Khyan to gauge threats. Idalie couldn't fight well, but she would certainly try if she needed to. Mistrust made her feel like a live wire, about to spark.

But she remained quiet where she had stationed herself, bumping her cheek lightly against Khyan's shoulder but not extricating herself from Tyra's side.

She tried not to think of her parents.

Amon took a guard's stance, politely at attention for the formalities, as the wounded guard approached, damn what happened there? Vaguely aware that the children behind him were doing their own form of guarding, making him guess that they haven't really met many others just yet.

We seek help It was obvious enough, from the smell coming from Tyra, but still needed to be addressed. Princess Tyra's wound has soured, and we're too far from Jakten for her to make the journey home, Satriya is her only hope He motioned then to the older children. Pharaoh Nephthys has sent her children to assist our journey, since I am unable to hunt with this leg, this is Prince Khyan and Princess Idalie So many titles, he had forgotten how little Jakten cares about formalities beyond dominance. We had been healing in the north, after the magic of this world transported us into a battle, waiting for the princess to be able to stabilize enough to move

He's purposefully left his own name out of the equation, announcing himself as unimportant. A set piece, in the grand scheme of things.

Then, because he was sure that these younger Egyptians wouldn't know the Old Tongue, he swapped to Arabic. A little bit of a manipulative move, perhaps, and there were no guarantees the guard would actually know what he was saying, but he did it anyway. ستكون الملكة ممتنةً لو شفى قومُكم ابنتَها. (The Queen would be grateful if your people healed her daughter.) his pronunciation was perfect, like he had never spoken english in the first place, his deep tones giving it more weight.

Tyra watched as the older kids made a wall of guards around her, letting out another puppy rumble to show she was unhappy about the situation, moving her head to try and look around the golden girl and boy that looked suspiciously like Amon, wincing in the effort. That was a little lady, was she a kid too?

Why won't her momma let her border patrol alone?

Skill 2/5 Guardian

Safiya turns her singular eye to the snake that comes near. She knows her. Has seen her. Knows her to be part of Satriya but beyond that it is not her place to know. A tilt of her head in silent gratitude. Then back to the man in front.

A softening in her expression as the children flank each other. Anxious to keep and protect. For a bare moment, her lips twitch into a small amused grin, but she quickly guards it and turns back to this male.

Safiya did not hide her wound, nor did she limp on it. Though it hurt like a son of a b***h to be fair. But she was a guard. This was beneath her. Pain. Tavina would have her ass though when she found out she was on the borders again.

The infection wafted towards her. And she was hard pressed not to turn her face and nose away. The poor child. She remembered infection well. It had almost taken her a time or two. Singular eye pierced the man. You will need assistance too. You cannot guard with such a wound.

A raised brow at his turn to her father's tongue. And a glance to the little faces, who it seemed did not know this language. She dipped her head. To show her understanding.

سأبذل قصارى جهدي، لكنني مجرد حارس. ومع ذلك، يمكنني استدعاء فرعوننا ومعالجنا. (I will do what I can, but I am only a guard. But I can call our Pharoah and healer.)

She shifted and backed up a step. Returning to common for the children's benefit. I am Mazoi Safiya. She looked pointedly to the man. What is your name? Refusing to allow him to be invisible.

Then she lifted her muzzle for Tavina and Khaemwasat.

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skipping post order for this quick thing lol

Amon watched the snake, ready to alert the guard to it's presence but...stopped, when he realized it's slow approach wasn't threatening. A pet, he assumes given it's wordless approach, and the way they seemed comfortable enough together. He dipped his back to the guard in turn, in thanks, after she spoke.

I am Amon Khaldun he answered her after she howled for her healer and pharaoh. This life I have given myself to being Einvald Nyra's soldier, whichever title she gives it. I had meant to introduce myself to Satriya when your people were taking refuge at our borders, but I had young pups to care for and couldn't stray far he spoke apologetically.

It was a specific way he specified Nyra, rather than Jakten, that showed where his loyalty was strongest. No matter what pack his queen was in, or co-leaders she had, he was her's to wield. Her sovereignty was what mattered to him, her children as well....as unsettling as some of them could be.