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The young girl trotted through the desert, bare feet scorched by hot sand. You couldn't even see a soft shine of sweat because she had already sweated out all the moister she had in her body. She had been traveling for three weeks all of her food & water supple used up the first two weeks. She collapsed in the desert sand and she heard the cry of a distant falcon above her. The same damned bird that lid her here in the first place. But for some reason she trusted the bird. It landed on a barren tree near by and turned its head to the side, looking at her out of one golden ringed eye, gave a loud squawk and flew further up into the tree. She sniffed the air and found the heavy, irreplaceable sent of water hanging in it, but she knew it at least was a day's walk from where she stood; she stumbled the rest of the way to the dead tree and rested under the shade of it or at least what shade was. She looked up in to the tree hoping to find the bird, but in stead she was met with the deep green eyes of a leopard. It stood staring at her from above, the deep green orbs of the leopard meet her yellow green one's and it seemed even for that moment that those eyes reflected each other. Then she heard her name come purring out of the leopard's mouth ..Wangari Then all went black.

Wangari awoke to the sounds of beating hooves, of yells and screams from men coming her way. The first thing that went through her mind was where the leopard and falcon was. But as she heard the hooves coming closer her instincts took over and she jumped into the tree without a second though and crouched low in the branches. One of the riders stopped under the tree far enough so he could see her.

"Come on down girl we wont hurt yuh" The man said as he pulled up to the tree. She didn't do anything but back further into the tree.

"She's been out in the desert to long I don't think she can think" another pointed out. "Look at the rags she's wearing, she looks a mess".

"She looks healthy enough to sale into the slave trade; we'll make a bundle of her" the one under the tree said as he began to clime the trunk of the tree. She gave a loud hissing sound as he got closer to her, she jumped to the next branch but a rope was lassoed around her and she was yanked brutally to the ground .Rolling around in the dirt trying to avoid the grasping arms of the men she suddenly heard the man in the tree scream. She could smell the terror in the scream, and hear the sudden speed in pulse as the man jumped out of the tree followed by a great golden leopard. The man landed on the ground, the leopard on his back clawing at him fiercely. Wangari took the opportunity to bite and tare at the rope around her as the men withdrew and drew their swords. But as she did so she caught the eyes of the leopard and she felt at home in them .The leopard covered in the mans blood had released its grip on his neck and stood direct and obedient towards Wangari. The Shocked men looked between the two and decide that Wangari was a demon.

"It's the girl she's a demon kill her" one of the man said as he ran towards her. But before the man could reach her he fell face first into the sand, you could see a silver dagger glinting in the sun light protruding out the back of his head. Then to the men's surprise a loud voice rang over them and the gallop of horses could be heard. The men turned around to see to young men riding on two jet black horses. One of the men was darkly tanned with blond hair like gold, His eye's a piercing violet, and he had such a cold look to him a look that said "don't cross me or I'll kill you where you stand". He was the one that threw the dagger because he held five more daggers ready in his left hand, and in the other a jagged edge saber that looked like it was made for torture. The other had a more serene look to him so serene it was almost nonchalant. His hair was a beautiful white, that type of white that you mistake for a wig or dye, but there were no darker colored hair at the roots or the obvious hair line from a wig .no this was a natural white haired man. But that serene look clashed with his eyes, eye's of a lion, eye's that where so cold that not even the heat of the deserts could melt the ice behind them. But still there was warmth in those eye's that seemed to rarely come out. The two young men rode up to that the group that undoubtedly about to slay the so called "demon".

"What's this Shik I thought I told you to stay in the city" The blond man said.

"Yes you wouldn't be trying to leave town would you" This time the lighter skinned one said.

"No.no.noo we where.uh...we where going to collect the gold from the other men half way..yes. Yes collecting the gold" A man who was missing too many teeth said to the other two men. The blond jumped of his horse and walked over to the other horses. He used his saber to cut a hole in a bag the horse was carrying and dozens of gold coins pored out of it.

"On your way to collect it ah" the blond said.

"Ma.Ma .Malik you don't understand" the toothless one cried falling to his knee's.

"We understand perfectly don't we Bakura" Malik said as he looked disgustedly down at the now sobbing man.

"He was trying to leave town with out paying off his debt to the High Priest . isn't that right Shik" Bakura said as he looked past all the men to see Wangari kneeling by the tree crouched low with the dagger in her hand that was stuck in the dead mans skull . He signaled to Malik who got the drift and stalked is way towards her. As he got closer to her he could see just how she looked. She had jet black hair that stopped at her waist but kneel it gently brushed the sand. Her skin was slightly tanned and held small scratch's and bruises. But out of all on her the thing that stood out the most was her eye's , the yellow green orbs held a wildness that could not be tamed as if she was a wild beast who was in fear of being caged , They where wide and searching but when she caught Malik's gaze she calmed .A little. He looked at the dead man who laid only a couple of feet away from her . the one he had killed. Then there was another man that lay to the far side of her, his neck snapped, his back torn so bad that you could see his spin sticking out, blood was every where around him he looked as if he was attacked by a wild animal. Malik looked towards the girl and then asked.

"What did that to him?"

"It was beast sir a .giant leopard it leaped from the tree and attacked him" The toothless one said still on his knees. " Yuh we where trying to get the girl but she was to far up in the tree" another one said .with that the whole lot of them started to explain how she man went up to get her and the leopard and attacked him. Malik started to laugh manically.

"You fools.. The leopard should have killed you all" Malik said as he readied his saber. "But since it didn't I'll do it" and with such speed he had slit the throat of all the men in less then a minute. When he turned around Bakura was over at Wangari kneeling over her unconscious form.

"What happened Bakura?" Malik asked as he made his way over to him.

"She collapsed . of heat exhaustion give me your water bag" He said as he held her head up so she wouldn't choke on the water. As he poured the water into her eye's blinked open but only for a second before she completely passed out.

It was nearly dark before the two had decided to make camp, they had laid Wangari on a blanket by the fire so she wouldn't suffer from frost bite. What a cruel place the desert was never cool in the day, never warm in the night. Malik was sitting on the other side of the fire dozens of coins surrounded him, he was counting the prize they got of the bandits and had decide to himself that he was only going to give the High Priest Twenty- fifth percent of the bounty. He smirk to himself as he looked over to Bakura who was setting up a tent, Bakura made a face at him that said for him to "get of his lazy ass and help". Malik shrugged his shoulders and said.

" I'm banking right now Bakura, plus I got to baby sit the little wench you wanted to tag along with us, She's not doing a lick of work and your complaining about me" He spat as he returned to dividing and counting the money. Malik didn't know the first thing about mathematics but when it came to money he could do with his eyes closed.

"She fainted Malik we couldn't just leave her there to die" Bakura had finished the tent and was now walking over to the girl who lay still on the blanket.

" Oh.couldn't we" Malik who had now put all the coins in their proper place and was laying back on his own blanket , arms behind his head , lavender eye's looking into the sky. He heard a soft purring sound and looked to find a great leopard that had positioned itself next to his cot. Malik didn't worry the leopard had been following them since they left the tree, he'd figured it was the girls pet. pet indeed , the big cat had a wild untamed filling to it like when you where near it you could sense the wildness in it when you was near it . He really didn't have a problem with the cat; it rather amused him to have the company of such a magnificent and beautiful beast.

"What's wrong Malik" Bakura's voice had startled the young Egyptian.

"Nothing" Malik looked up to find the other man position the young women between his legs, her head leaning on his stomach. Malik gave Bakura a strange look that said his mind was in the gutter.

"I'm giving her some water you idiot" Bakura said while leaning over Wangari to pour some drops of water on her dry mouth. The girl licked her lips and open her eye's dreamily at Bakura. She raised a hand towards his hair and rapped a strand of pure white hair around her finger, as if to see if he was real. He smiled down at her not a friendly smile nor was it cruel it was just a smile. She smiled at him in return letting her hand fall from his hair.

"Who are you?" She asked in a soft calm voice.

"Ahh so the wild women can speak can she" Malik was now up in a crouch looking her up and down. "Malik don't start, she must have just recovered her sanity.you don't have much yourself" Bakura said as he leaned back to let the girl up.

"Look who's talking Schitzo" The blond said turning so he was faceing the other way, and did so by moving the rest of his body in one fluid motion. But as he looked up at the stares he heard a soft squeak coming from Bakura's side of the camp. When he turned around he saw Bakura's usually pale complexion a deep crimson red. He was about to ask what had got him as red as ripe tomato when arms encircled him and Wangari pressed her face into his neck and nuzzled him. Then he heard her say against his neck a name.

"Wangari"

He replied "Malik"

It was a greeting a cat would give you claiming you by rubbing its scent on you and recognizing you with your own scent. Malik face had gone a shade of red that simply clashed with his dark skin. He thought to himself "Isis is not going to like what we brought back". 8

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