Rawr.

[Amut]

<sub>“Oooh… what a big rock!” He cooed with artificial surprise and a smirk accompanying subdued laughter. Viewing the monument, knowing the gist of it’s ‘purpose’. A thing used to waste up the time of the two legged Humans. Duh. Or, a testament to their faith and belief in the Divines, whatever floats de' boat though they meant the same, really, truly, honestly... Or so the stallion believed, and so the stallion would always be likely to believe. For, who would have enough will and vindication to prove to this one the ‘Divines’ were nothing more then the result of an active imagination in search of answers? None.

And so the herbivorous creature moved forth. His body feeling the heat of the sun, his hooves being plunged into the desert sand one after another… And he couldn’t help, honestly, but long for the feeling of something solid under his hooves. But! He was shit out of luck. Out here there was sand, sand, sand, more sand, and, on rare and lucky occasion… an oasis…

Hmm… Speaking of which he was in dire need of a slurp! Having been here a time he had come to a fast learning… One that consisted of, simply ---
A. It was as hot as hell.
B. Then it was as cold as whatever else is cold.
C. When you’re not even thirsty… start looking for water. Because, about the time that you are dieing of thirst… You won’t be able to find the damn pond again…

But, he had to give it to this forsaken, dismal, depressingly bright place! It knew how to be inhospitable! Mean really the lack of women, the lack of water, the lack of shade, and, he didn't know, but the lack of everything and anything back home sure was a nice touch.
“Damn sand.” he breathed, his brown eyes rolling over to the area as he made his way into the shadow of the Big Rock. “Does it ever rain?!” He didn’t really adore rain, truth be known but… with the severe lack of it he was becoming fond of the prospect of a torrent... Or, really, the prospect of talking to someone other then himself and the lizards or whatever else crawled around.

Out of Juice; Hmm... Didn't really like that intro -tilts head- Crappy. Ah well! Hopefully his complaining has given you an idea for a reply? Someone? Anyone? x3</sub>

[Sarah]

Khepri

Good morning, darling. Are you ready to die?

Bloody desert. The thought was replayed over and over in her head, making her almost wish she had never thought it in the first place. Her body was on auto-pilot at the moment, one limb moving after the other at a slow pace to conserve energy. But the equine’s mind sure wasn’t. Thoughts and ideas churned around and around, keeping Khepri occupied. Besides, it wasn’t like she was expecting to notice anything new. The past days the landscape was desert, some palm trees, more sand. It was enough to make anyone start hallucinating.

Which was what Khepri thought she was doing when her dark pools detected the form of another equine in the distant. Dial shook a bit to try and clear her mind. But, the form remained. Oh, how lovely, some company. Just what the spirited mare wanted. A small smirk appeared. The scent was masculine. Even better. It was the mare’s hobby to tease and test. The back of her mind was sending warnings out, telling her to stay away. What if his hobby was to force breed? But, foolish as Khepri was, she trotted forward, though not giving a welcoming whinny.

The stallion had obviously not noticed her yet, for her towers picked up his sound waves. He was talking to himself. A grin plastered her maw. So, he was insane, lonely, or just so confident he didn’t care that others heard you acting insane. Finally, the fiery mare walked into his presence, getting the first good look at him. Eyes rose a bit. He was handsome, more so than the average equine. But that didn’t make this stallion smart, or even interesting. So how did he fare? We shall see.
“Thirsty, are we?” The grin was still intact. Maw opened again, with the same cocky attitude. “And I thought stallions were supposed to be tough.”

[Amut]

Amut.
Nothing like the company of a lady...

Talking to one’s self was insane? And here he thought he only needed to worry when he went about arguing with himself… Ah well, sanity, or the lack of it, was the least of his worries... 'Least for now anyway. He was young enough, he was sure he could roll over and act pathetic enough to get a fine sweetheart to care for him... “One‘s thirst is proof to weakness?” He asked, looking over his shoulder to view the draft, mild curiosity coming about. “Hmm, none the less, that’s what you get for supposing, beautiful.”

He shifted to get a better view. Brown eyes taking note of her charming attributes, the ones she willingly gave away to spectators, such as himself. She seemed to be the spicy class, a fierce lass with an apparently toxic tongue…
Not much of a surprise. Seemed mares had become bold, snappish. Hardly gentle flowers any more they were becoming even more convinced of their independence and ability to cope with the world on their own. Not that some of those mares couldn’t, but the majority…? Ah well! No mattered, where the gentle flowers were easier to sway, the spice presented appealing challenge…

Ears twitched, nose offering a bit of a wiggle as he listened to her rather clam breathing and took in scents that provided evidence she was without herd, without lover… and without children. Which was mighty, mighty appealing… “What‘s your name? Or would you rather ‘Beautiful‘?” But, he was civil enough... or so he considered himself to be.

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[Sarah]

Khepri

Let the games begin.

My, my, we have a charmer here. And he should be, the way he looked. So she has found a ladies man, all alone in the desert. Orbs twinkled. She always loved a challenge with words. And he was a wonderful contestant. Khepri listened quietly, not one to be rude and barge in while another was talking. Her eyes gave him a questioning look after the phrase “beautiful.” Do you think she would be swayed just by that? Or does he as well like to tease? Ah, no matter, all will be answered in good time.

The mare’s name? But doesn’t he know that a name is sacred, and that some believed that if you knew ones name you would know of their weakness? Cockiness again flashed through the young equine. I have no weakness. Walking a bit closer to the stag, she glanced at him again. Very nice indeed. “Khepri will do,” the young vixen spoke while she began to circle him. While she did so, the mare noticed that both were the same height. It made her inner self laugh. Khepri loved her Draft breeding that made her stand not only taller than many other mares, but bigger as well. She was not thin and petite, but more sturdy and grounded.

When her circle was complete, she stopped in front of the stag again. Khepri noticed he was young, well put together, and of course, quick to be a smart ass. This was one stallion she took a shine to. The same playful questioning look crossed her face as she carefully teased him. “So, has a…wonderful stallion such as yourself have an equally worthy name?”

[Amut]

Amut.
Where one has been usually
says something about where their going...

“Worthy?” What an interesting choice in words, “Name's Amut…” Brow would’ve raised as a little bit of a smirk seeped onto his features. Her being swayed? Please, he wasn‘t an utter fool… if she had the nerve to say such words and hold herself in such way, it would take more then words to ‘win’ her over. Though, admittedly, as he took time to examine her closer he couldn’t decide exactly what it would take… not that he wasn't certain he would find out.

Eyes were very much settled upon the Miss as she circled him, his head turning only a touch to view her as she did her round. How peculiar she was…
“A pleasure to meet you, my beautiful Khepri.” Vixen? Yes, it seemed to suit the other quite nicely. As was the word ‘distraction’ for it seemed she had gotten his mind to stray from his predicament. One which consisted of his lack of water, shelter, and the sweltering heat of the desert as well as his longing for more hospitable scenery.

“And yet, I can’t help but wonder… Where is your family Miss Khepri? Your herd?” Everyone seemed to flinch whenever the conversation drifted to the past events in their life... Would she be identical in that way? Or different in this area also? He pondered as he feigned indifference. His form relatively lucid and casual as he kept up a leaning stand. All the while his mind wandering onto something Father use to say, ‘Where one has been usually says something about where their going.’. Odd, yes? For… if you think of him, and where he has been… what would it say about where he was going?
Not anything great, surely.

[Sarah]

Khepri

Let me silence your screams.

She knew this was a test, a little game that both were players in. Both were worthy opponents, though the stakes were high. Who would come out victorious? Perhaps, if they were lucky, both would. How, you say? Compromise, of course. And yet, to compromise you must give a little, take a little. Khepri certainly knew that she was not the kind to give in, and she sensed that this stallion, Amut, wasn’t either. And yet…what was it that made her feel drawn to him? Was she that starved for another equine? Aw, hell, maybe it was the damn heat. It beat down on both horses without mercy, making sweating a constant thing. But, the vixen hardly noticed. Amazing at how you adjust to strange elements so quickly.

Then…the spotlight really began to shine upon the scarlet mare. Instantly the conversation went from casual flirting, to serious rooting around. What was this stag…blind? Did he really think that if she had a herd, the lead stag would let a fresh mare wander on her own, where she would be subject to the chance of other stags carrying her away to their land? Or planting their own seed into her womb instead of his? No, my Amut, Khepri was alone. Lightly rolling her eyes, though not annoyed, she spoke in a sarcastic voice. “Oh, don’t tell me that you haven’t caught my scent. Any equine here with a nose and half a brain could tell you that I have no mate, herd, or children.”

And did the stag want to know of her mother and father. As the thought of them entered her mind, she smiled inwardly. Khepri would always hold a dear place in her heart for them. They put up with the disaster that would grow up to be the mare standing in front of Amut. The jade was what you would call…unruly as a foal. Not following orders from her parents, and paying the price when she was almost killed. Her father always saved her, if it were fighting a mountain lion, or jumping into a raging river. Whatever the price, he’d paid it to get his daughter to safety. Thank the gods, or she wouldn’t be standing in this blasted desert today. And she didn’t have a problem with speaking of her sire or dam as well. “And my mother and father had no herd, living with just each other and myself,” Khepri stated matter-of-factly, “And I left when I was old enough.” Now it was his turn. “What about yourself?”

[Amut]

Amut.
You caught me.

Oh, but one mustn‘t forget her grand personality. If she had been another stallion’s mare, he doubted the other could keep her at bay entirely. She had too fierce a temperament to be obedient to the rules… But, she did have the better point… “Forgive me for my subtle ways of prying… Such a lovely lady… Can‘t help but wonder the story you have…” He replied, a charming smile accompanying his mild attempt at flattery, his tone taking on one of carelessness as she passed the question around…

“Far as myself… I am what I appear.” To those who wish me such, he would have added. But, really… any assumptions for his past based on his character wouldn’t be too far from the truth. He was born to a father who was strict, a mother who hadn’t the time for him and was a smart ass back then as he was now. He managed away from them, wandering in and out of herd life until… Now, really. Give or take the juicy morsels of how he came into one of those ‘bachelor’ herds, was played, then ‘spared‘ from death… all the while coming to understand that women were, truly, always at the bottom of it. Whatever ‘it’ may be.

The air was relatively still and dry. The sands gently churning, reminding one of the sea though the golden beads were as hardly as ‘kind’… And yet, imagine, the savage sun above… When it set it got so terribly chilly… Such relentless extremes, it seemed. “Have you heard anything of the three ‘Gods‘,” he said this lightly. For wither they were Gods or carrying the namesake of ones, he had yet to decide, “of the Desert? Or have you yet experienced the lore?” He inquired, not fond of allowing the conversation to die just yet. Having taken up a pace, he walked past the vixen body near enough that she could feel a close breeze as he continued upon his set path. Though, after a few paces he looked over his shoulder curiously. Apparently an invitation as he continued in the shadow of the Pinnacle, his eyes wandering onto the other monuments though they couldn’t seem to steal the ‘splendor’ of the big rock he now left.

[Sarah]

Khepri

Seduce me.

And what would he appear to be? The obvious answer would be a smart ass, but a very charming smart ass, if she could add. Did that mean he’d had a wonderful life, with some problems thrown in every once and a while, or was the answer vague to hide something? Khepri burned to ask more, but before the words could come out of your mouth, the stag began to walk away. Mixtures of anger and confusion blurred through her. The anger parted screamed, “That was rude,” while the confusion side rumbled, “No! I thought we were having a good time!” Quickly she stumbled to catch up, making a slight fool of herself. But, eyes challenged Amut to laugh at her, or even make a snide comment.

Still annoyed with herself for following after the stallion like a lost puppy, the mare listened closely to the stag’s words. Yes, she had heard of the Gods, but never had they graced her with their presence. It didn’t really bother her that much, seeing how Khepri always followed herself, instead of any God. But it still made her uneasy, for she did know that this was their land. Supposed they were to walk into one of them? What would they do? Vixen tried to push the feeling aside, but it wouldn’t budge as fast as she’d like. To keep herself occupied, Khepri answered his question. “No, this is my first experience in these lands. But I have heard legends of the Gods, and the horses they rule over.” Curiosity bubbled forth, and it would no longer be contained. “Which God do you follow?”

Just Me: I am so sorry for taking so long. Muse has been taking a vacation.

[Amut]

Amut.
The striking of a chord.

Amut would have laughed, too, if not for the fact that look was quite a toxic one… And so a chuckle was subdued… not that a smirk was aswell. But, give him credit, yes? For temptation to say something was quite a thing to resist…
However, he was amusing her? Keeping her entertained? Good. He would simply hate it if he was bringing a yawn to her life… though he cared not other’s opinions of him, on most occasions, could one deny the pleasure of being interesting to another? Specially if the other was a madam miss, without herd, without child, and oh so alone, whilst also being not so hard on the eyes herself…? He couldn’t.

“Do I come off needing to fallow?” He inquired, brows knitting as he surveyed her once more. Head being shaken, clear his opposition to the thought. He never needed to fallow, he chose to. Make that a certain truth. A truth that sparked a bit of ’agitation’ within the beast, it seemed?
“They may rule over horses, but they do not rule over me.” he seemed a bit tempered with. Not so ‘slick’… But then again there were reasons for everything… Not that one should even bother with it. No one would ever know. Did he look like he would talk of himself, his past, his history? Truthfully? The answer is no, and that is another truth.
“The Horus Clan is too honor-bound. The Set, too dismal. The Anubis, too interested in peace… Now where does your alliance fall, M‘beautiful Khepri?” All is fair in Love and War. He believed it. And so, being honor-bound was not his calling. He believed if one was able to make a convincing lie, and if someone fell for it. It was there fault, they should have been more acute.
However, he enjoyed the night’s splendors he wasn’t much for the slaughter. Not that death was something overly ‘nightmarish’, not that combat was overly ‘terrifying’. But to fight to prove his worth? To prove his alliance? He didn’t need reason to fight, but he needed the want to. And thought murder was much fun, after the fifth time in the same week it got a touch too old.
And then there was Peace. And you know his position on peace? It could revel in hell, for peace was not his name. Chaos was much more exciting, and chaos was what he could withstand. Peace? Pah. Keeping the peace? PAH!

And so none suited him. And yet if he had to choose… He would rely on his name and though his mother was an utter horror, he would rely on her instinct. For she gave to him the name Amut [Or Ammit... x3], Eater of Hearts, the Devourer. And who fed him those hearts who did not deserve the heaven in those stories she weaved? Anubis. And so… when it was either any-many-miny-moe, or finding some symbolism, what seemed more ‘suitable‘? Any-many-miny-moe if you asked him but...
It seemed others liked symbolism. And so symbolism he would choose, if only to satisfy the masses on a topic he truthfully didn't give a crap about.

Out Of Juice: No worries, I know the feeling. xD

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[Sarah]

Khepri

Like a dagger through my heart.

She hit a nerve in the stag. Though he did well to hide it, just a bit of agitation shone through in his orbs. Somehow, it pleased the mare. He had feelings just like everyone else; she had proved that he was not as cool as he wanted to be. But the same was to her as well. Was that not just proved a couple of seconds ago, with the stumbling to catch up? So, for a while both equines wore a smirk. If another should walk by, it would seem that one had just told a joke, and both were quietly enjoying it. But it was more than a joke. It was a game. The game of life being played in front of your hands, and not being able to stop them. Who knew what would happen because of the events today. One could only imagine.

“They may rule over horses, but they do not rule over me.”

Hoe bold of him to say, still being inside of the Gods’ land. Khepri would not die because of something stupid the brute said. She didn’t enjoy your company that much. Still, secretly the mare admired his way of speaking against being ruled. Wasn’t that everything she stood for? To not be pulled down and silenced with one sweep? Even if she wasn’t foolish enough to scream her resistance into the faces of those with so much power. And her alliance? Well, from the way he put it, Khepri was alike in their ways. She had never been part of herd, only living with her sire and dam. Then the vixen went wherever she pleased, never bothering to stop and join a herd. “I haven’t been here this long to really join a God,” she admitted, “But if the situation arose, Anubis sounded the least worse.” Yes, that sounded right. And she had made up her mind that if there would be a war between the herds, she would not take part in it. No thanks, she didn’t feel like dying for an empty cause.

They continued to walk onward, the conversation stilled by Khepri not asking another question or making another comment. It didn’t bother her. The mare was accustomed to silence, having travels for weeks on end with no one. Questions still swirled around in her head, begging to be asked. But, none came out. Though it was a hobby, almost a sick passion, to twist and tease equines with words, she did not want to go overboard. For one, he was the first horse she had seen in a week, and a bit of loneliness had stab inside of her. Plus, though she was warming up to him, Amut was still a strange stallion, and force breeding was still a scenario she had in her mind. It would be a fair fight, on the account of Khepri being almost as tall as Amut, but the mare did not want to take a chance with that. To lose that would be the same as a death sentence to her.

[Amut]

Amut.
Force breeding? Please.

Bold? How so? These ‘Gods’ were not real gods. They could bleed, and that was all he needed to know. And… besides… were they around now? Could they hear him now? He doubted this. But by all means allow someone to repeat his words to them. Let him be arrogant, if arrogant was what he seemed, but he did indeed believe he could survive any ‘thrashing’ any ‘god’ could give him. Hell, even if he didn’t, did it matter? No.
Life was a pleasing game to play. One he would willingly keep going for as long as possible but the day the game would end, or the day someone would end it for him… He swore a time ago this would bring nothing more from him then his indifference. And that vow, one of the few vows he has kept, has been one of the reasons he could live and act the way he does…

Yet, that mattered not at all as the female lapsed into silence. A brow raising as he viewed her, his smirk fading from his features. Where silence bothered her not, it made little sense to him. If she was in the company of another, why not bother to talk? Did she have better things to do then be in his company? To speak and be listened to? Then again she was a perplexing puzzle herself… Perhaps remaining silent was her thing…

But it wasn’t his, and she had yet to gain enough ‘merits’ to warrant him respecting any odd customs. “So, Sweetie, when are we going to go find ourselves that little patch of paradise? Know your just dieing to, baby.” He hid his smirk, replacing it with a charming smile, as the tip of his muzzle gently poked her lowered neck. Flirting with her playfully, and yet his movements held a bit of ‘seriousness’ to it.

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