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Post by mekare on Feb 16, 2007 11:39:45 GMT -5
Like her twin, Mekare was brought here. Her long, deep red hair was free to flow gracefully within the whispering winds. Her marble white skin, which was as perfect as a fine statue of forgotten ages, glowed within the silvery moon. Mekare brushed her slender hands over the front of her silk red dress as she still tried to stirr her sleeping senses.
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Post by khayman on Feb 16, 2007 14:39:31 GMT -5
He welcomed her in her waking state, his words were soft and gentle as his dark brown eyes fell upon the red haired ancient. ‘‘I trust you slept well.’’ He spoke their long ago language and it rolled of the tip of his lips as he moved slowly closer to her. His bare chest revealing his immortal tan. A golden band wrapped about his upper arm with a serpent with a pharaohs beard attached on its chin. He wore modern khakis which were loose and the most comfortable to wear around. He would have preferred his Egyptian cotton skirts and golden neck bands but this would suffice. He stopped well away from her, giving her a respectable pace to awaken as he smiled patiently to her.
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Post by mekare on Feb 16, 2007 16:00:35 GMT -5
A familiar face greeted her and Mekare soon reached out to him, to Khayman. Flickering memories of the past flooded to her as she felt his cold skin, her fingers touching his face first, then slowly down to his chest before she let her hand drop away. She was oddly silent, her deep emerald eyes almost glazed over.
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Post by khayman on Feb 16, 2007 16:40:48 GMT -5
He allowed her to approach him as a simple smile played across his lips. He was thankful that she greeted him in the same tenderness. His dark brown eyes watched the movement of her wavy red hair as she came to him and he opened his arms to embrace her. His tanned fingers combed softly threw her long hair and he rested his chin upon her brow as he closed his eyes ‘‘We all await for your presence Mekare at the council.’’ He said once again using their ancient language. He released her slowly as if she were a delicate flower and stood to observe her more closely.
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Post by mekare on Feb 16, 2007 16:45:57 GMT -5
To hear his voice roll in their ancient tongue, Mekare was quick to fully awake. She then realized that he had held her. She smiled faintly and then went abck into his arms, her voice was almost like it had not been used for so long, dry and yet..tender to him," Lead me there, Khayman..."
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Post by khayman on Feb 16, 2007 16:58:15 GMT -5
It was so good to hear to her speak. After the time of utter mutiny that befell upon her and her twin. Tortured and weakened and dishonored. Was he not one of those followers who violated them by the Kind and Queens orders? He grieved suddenly; it was visible in his deep brown gaze as he nodded to her gentle command. ‘‘I will take you and your sister anywhere you so please.’’ He stated forcing a smile to mold upon his ancient lips. He took her hand softly and gently tugged her to follow him as he guided her to their council.
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Post by mekare on Feb 16, 2007 17:01:14 GMT -5
"What's past is past, Khayman..." She whispered as she followed him. Though thier past was not a great one, Mekare indeed respected Khayman. Her fingers lightly held onto him as she found herself to lean into him perhaps for comfort in this new age or to make him feel that she held nothing against him who knows.
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Post by khayman on Feb 16, 2007 17:05:11 GMT -5
He was saddened and sickened by her generosity and charity. She and her sister both had forgiven him of his sinful task he had to do to them. That remorse had eaten him alive all these centuries of lingering this world of changes. No matter how much they showed their kindness and forgiveness to him he still felt a duty to protect these twins and he fell silent as he walked her to the council, only nodding to her last statement
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