Padme: Generally, I don't like fics with OCs...But I'm going to make this *exciting*! =o
Seth: You are? -.o
Padme: Yupp-yupp!
Akifa: Ohhh, yes, Padme-koi, its soooo exciting, I mean, Seth's miserable, Sekhme's a nervous wreck...
Seth: Watch it, thief-boy.
My god, will somebody review this thing? o.0
Chapter Two (Seth's point of view)
Woohoo. The joys of being indirectly made fun of by Lord Pharaoh...And having to spend my time looking for a palace guard dog.
It's not my fault the guards are lousy. Wouldn't he rather have a racing dog? I hear that's becoming popular again. Mmm, maybe I can disguise
Sekhme as a Saluki, and enter her. Nah.
By Set, I could swear I've seen that mutt of Jounouchi's somewhere before. Probably just my mind, being miserably
lovesick again. I sometimes stare at that pretty white cheetah face, and wonder why Kisara wanted me to have her. A pretty love gift, but really...
What use does a high prist have a for a cat that eats more than he himself does?
'Lord Seth, is this suitable?' Jou pointed towards a stocky, black creature the size of a hyena. It's pelt glistened softly.
Sekhme dived behind my leg, hissing. Hmm. Must be prime material then. Not much scares my kitty. 'Cept Jou's dog, it looks pretty...odd.
'I'll take it.' I shoot him one of my 'don't-even-talk-back-your-voice-makes-me-want-to-pound-your-face-in' looks.
Jou frowned, handing me the twisted papyrus teather that held the creature back. It pulled on it, snarling.
Sekhme pulled the other way on her chain, causing a rather painful incident involving both my arms feeling like they were about to snap off.
I hope Atemu was happy....Wadjet, my arms hurt. If this dog doesn't behave, I send him, and Jou to the Shadow Realm. They both deserve it.
'Nice work, High priest. By the way, nice chain your cheetah's got there. Polished well, I presume?'
A drop of sweat appears on my temple. If he finds out that's the last of the Sennen Gold, I'm crocodile bait. I'm already put down as one of his servants in the afterlife. Let's hope I die first.
Sekhme rubbed against my knees, calming me a little. Best get back to the temple, it's near the last days of the floods, and I have to prepare one of those annoying sacrifical thingoes.
Sometimes I wonder why I didn't become a scribe. I'd best melt that chain....I'll re-forge it into something else, yes. And hide it. Somewhere.
Dear Ra, I'm panicking. Hmm. Maybe I shall employ the help of a certain thief to help me hide a certain thing, but I won't tell him it's Sennen.
He's a thief. Akifa, you moron. Stealing the Sennen Ring, thats what started this mess, getting new dogs, letting Atemu's eyes look upon a certain chain...
I walk back towards the temple. Yes, you heard me. Walk. I suppose you're wondering why Atemu hates me? Rivalry. Always has been. He's like a child.
I want a chariot, damnit. A big, golden one, with my name engraved in heiroglyphics. Drawn by a silver-grey horse with plumes of purple ostrich feathers.
And I'm the High Priest? And I'm walking.
Chapter Two (Sekhme's point of view)
Eurgh...dogs. Hate them. They smell weird, look weird, and they do their...business everywhere. Master looks pissed off. I've noticed that he always looks like this when he's
around Jou, or given a really stupid job. He looks extra pissed off. Reminds me of a grumpy warthog, he does. I think he's still sad that Kisara-ef is gone...
I still don't know where she went. I think Master does.
That dog is still staring at me. I don't like it. There no other way to put it. I loathe it. I'm now convinced it is the same dog that was in the temple residence last night.
Might as well communicate with it. It's not like Jounouchi can't control a rabid, snarling dog. He's living with them. Mutt.
'Hey. Dog.'
The cacao-toned creature turned around, growling.
'What?'
'You do know the dogs are gossiping about you?'
'Well, screw them, then.'
'Been to the...temple lately?' I raised one optic lightly.
'Why?'
'No reason...' I flicked a paw at the ground idly. 'What is your name?'
'Her-nedj-tef-ef.'
'Named after Horus, are we?' I grinned.
'You live with the humans' high priest. You'd know these things.'
'And you live with a human youth, who slurs his words together like the carpet weavers of Memphis.' I laughed, more like a growl and a hiss combined.
The dog seemed friendly enough. Though it was definately the dog that had disturbed us earlier.
'Say, what do these picture things say?'
'The heiros?' I peered at the collar. 'Avenger of his father, half-jackal greyhound cross, property of the Egyptian Army Compounds.'
'Ah.'
Dogs. They're so up-themselves. Betcha he was expecting some sort of grand title etched onto it.
Holy wadjet-breath! Thats the dog Master's getting for Atemu? I let out a hiss a slip behind Seth.
I tug Seth in the direction of the palace, wanting to get rid of the canine as soon as possible. The dog tugged in the direction of Her-nedj-tef-ef.
'Ach, Avenger! They're taking me to the spiky-haired dude!' Great, a mongrel dumber than Jou himself. 'They say he has hair flailing in multiple colours, and eats horseflesh!'
'Actually, Kosharahk, I hear he treats his guard dogs well, and feeds them horseflesh.' the dog snickered.
The walk back to Lord Pharaoh's palace is a long one. You'd expect people of our rank in society to take a ride on horseback or the like, but from what I gather, we've been walking ever since that duel between Master and Atemu, and all the chaos of the past. They are still grat rivals, giving each othe the cold, death-like glare each time their eyes meet, but somehow I know they make up for their anger in other relationships. Ra, the Pharaoh's giving me a glare. I don't like being glared at. Or maybe it's not me...
Seth: It's true, he acts like a child.
Sekhme: -purr- Now now, no need to whine.
Avenger: Pfft. Kosh be worrying too much. Perhaps Pharaoh'll knock some sense into him.
Padme: Something tells me a little too much sense? R & R?