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“Welcome to my humble abode. My very humble abode.“

Jared made a joke, somewhat embarrased at the simpleness of his makeshift living quarters. To be fair, he didn’t expect visitors in the middle of the raging sandstorm.

“You’re offering me a warm bed, after days having to cover myself up to avoid the freezing night? Have you been living inside a sealed vault somewhere around here?”

The offer struck the lycanroc as strange, but he eventually deferred to the jackal’s expertise on survival. He took one glance at the living space he had before looking back up at the native.

“I trust you, my friend.“

“ Then close your eyes…and don’t open them until i say so.” With that said, he looked back at the doors. He then freed one arm to reach out and push open one of the doors, which was itself impressive considering the weight of them. He did have to shift his other arm to better support the lycanroc, but resumed the original position once the door was open.

The winds were still howling, blowing sand and dust at incredible speed. Going out would be very foolish, dangerous, and even potentially fatal to some.

However…Jared did already place their trust in the jackal.

Once he confirmed the other’s eyes were closed, he took the first step out into the storm.

“ Just keep talking to me, Jared. I’ll get you to the destination safely, i only request you don’t open your eyes.”

Jared closed his eyes, holding tight as the jackal moved forward. He tried not to notice the sound of grinding stone from the ancient doors of the only safe sactuary from the storm being opened. He tried to ignore the sense of direction that told him they were simply moving forward into the chaos. And he purposely tried to dismiss the screaming sound of the sandstorm raging around them.

Take me.

It was all a bit difficult to do with his eyes closed, to know all these things were true but to feel the steady gait of a man who feared none of it... the temptation to open his eyes gnawed at him. What did he look like, Jared wondered of the man who was walking into the storm with so incredible a resolve. 

“This reminds me of a story, about a man and his... friend.”

He leaned close, speaking closer to his savior’s ear that he might hear above the roaring sand. He gently touched the jackal’s face, trying to paint in his mind the expression he had at this moment.

“You see, the man only knew his friend was with him when he looked back and saw two sets of footprints in the sand...“

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He tried not to make it too fancy, an white blazer over a black and grey striped shirt should be a casual enough approach for this one.

The lycanroc, Jared, stood in front of the apartment door to a certain young man he’d been dared to bang and, while he had initially thought to dismiss the request, he’d begun to grow some measure of interest in the subject.

He brought on his best smile as he knocked sharply on the door.

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“ Interested in the arts, hm? That’s nice. Most people I’ve seen are only interested in their technology. It’s refreshing to meet someone different.” He smiled at this, seeming happy with the other’s answer.

He glanced over at the small space jared made for himself, frowning a little bit.

“ As nice as it’d be to stay locked away in the dark, I think you’d prefer a warm bed instead” instead of walking toward the small space, he began making his way to the large stone doors that led to the outside.

“ Tell me, Jared…do you trust me?” He asked in a serious tone, looking down at the other as he did.

“Welcome to my humble abode. My very humble abode.“

Jared made a joke, somewhat embarrased at the simpleness of his makeshift living quarters. To be fair, he didn’t expect visitors in the middle of the raging sandstorm.

“You’re offering me a warm bed, after days having to cover myself up to avoid the freezing night? Have you been living inside a sealed vault somewhere around here?”

The offer struck the lycanroc as strange, but he eventually deferred to the jackal’s expertise on survival. He took one glance at the living space he had before looking back up at the native.

“I trust you, my friend.“

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“Might be hard but, so long as I can hold your hand, it won’t be imposs- whoa!“

The sudden move surprised Jared, and his left arm reflexively came around the back of the jackal’s neck for balance. When the movement stopped, he looked down over a side for a moment and gave a nervous laugh.

“Ah, heheh, you’re tall… strong too.“

Normally he’d insist he can make his way up with much less effort from the other, but the lycanroc found himself too enamoured by the gesture to voice a complaint. And with how gently his savior is holding him, he could scarcely stop himself from giving the man a soft peck on the cheek.

“Careful where you walk, you can’t see your feet while you’re carrying me like this. I’ll tell you where the damaged steps are.”

“ Fear not, Jared. I’m more familiar with this temple than you might think.” He said confidently. He didn’t even give the lycanroc a chance to speak before he began to ascend the stairs. Surprisingly, he was managing to easily climb up the steep stairs, even avoiding a few broken chunks of stone.

“ How about you instead tell me more about yourself? What’s your life like? Hobbies and interests?” He was clearly changing the topic, trying to shift the talk to something more normal, and not about the situation jared was in.

“Hmm,” Jared could only smile at the jackal putting on airs, but as they climbed it seemed the local could back his words. After the first few steps with no incident, the foreigner relaxed and looped his arms around the jackal.

“There’s... quite a lot of things I like. Watching plays, listening to music, walking through halls of art. But, it’s people I find most interesting. So long as I’m with someone I like, anything is alright.“

As they reach the top, they would find - in a small tucked away cordner of the main hall - a nook that Jared had taken for himself. There were jugs that were now empty of water, blankets and space heaters folded to a side, and the stack of books he had to keep him company.

“Even being stuck in a storm with you wouldn’t be so bad.“

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“Aha forgive me, friend, I thought you meant something by it. I’ve met my fair share of people who think themselves undeserving of friendship. Some end up hiding their feelings in word play, hoping for someone to brave the riddles and save them. You’re very forward and honest, I wish more people were like that.”

The visitor laughed off the misunderstanding when the jackal moved away to stand up, offering a compliment as apology. He turned away to take a small piece from the plate and gulp down the rest of the water from the goblet. He accepted the outstretched hand and braced his other hand against the wall

“Thank you. It still hurts, but one must always try to stand on his own.“

Jared paused a moment to figure out how to do just that. He leaning forward onto his good leg and using the momentum to push himelf up, holding onto the wall and the good samaritan’s hand for balance. He managed to stand up. 

“Sometimes one succeeds.“

The lycanroc tried to stand balanced, but it seemed putting any lasting pressure onto the injured leg caused too much pain. He could limp, but not for long distances before the pain gets to him. The good news is that his makeshift shelter was a stone’s throw away, but he’ll have to climb the stairs to make it.

“But not always without help. Will you hold my hand and keep me steady?”

“ Hold your hand? Even then you’d struggle climbing up the staircase.” That…probably wasn’t entirely untrue. The staircase was steep, the steps old, and some were damaged from Jared’s previous fall.

“ I have an easier method.” Suddenly, he bent down a little, placing a hand on the other’s lower back and moving one arm behind the other’s legs. He then lifted Jared up, taking great care to not hurt their leg further. He stood back up straight, carrying the Lycanroc in a bridal style.

“ This will be safer for you.”

He smiled at the other before beginning his way toward, and then up the staircase.

“Might be hard but, so long as I can hold your hand, it won’t be imposs- whoa!“

The sudden move surprised Jared, and his left arm reflexively came around the back of the jackal’s neck for balance. When the movement stopped, he looked down over a side for a moment and gave a nervous laugh.

“Ah, heheh, you’re tall... strong too.“

Normally he’d insist he can make his way up with much less effort from the other, but the lycanroc found himself too enamoured by the gesture to voice a complaint. And with how gently his savior is holding him, he could scarcely stop himself from giving the man a soft peck on the cheek.

“Careful where you walk, you can’t see your feet while you’re carrying me like this. I’ll tell you where the damaged steps are.”

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As they kissed, the hand Jared had on the jackal’s shoulder slid down, and his claws dragged longingly against his savior’s chest. He stifled a mewl as the other pulled away, but he lingered a moment too long to pretend he was satisfied.

He shivered at the honest whisper of good will, though the room had been warmed he could feel the kind samaritan’s breath tickle his ears.

“For someone so kind, you could be so heartless. Most would wish others live and be happy, as you said Anubis would have it. I wonder, if your only wish is for me to live…“

It was his turn to reach up and touch the fur on the jackal’s cheek, craning his head forward to lay kisses upon the side of the other’s neck opposite his gentle petting.

“Will you be taking it upon yourself, to make me happy?“

“ Are you suggesting i want you to live, but don’t care whether you’re happy or not? Silly tourist, ofcourse i want you to be happy.” He chuckled a bit at this.

He reached his hand up, gently placing it atop the Lycanroc’s hand that was on his cheek. It felt nice being touched like this…

It wasn’t rough or in a sexual way…instead it felt…comforting.

“ My…you’re a greedy one, aren’t you? Asking your savior to now keep you happy after he came to your rescue.” He teased. Afterwards, he let out a soft sigh, finally standing up and looking toward the staircase.

“ Well…you can’t be happy down here, can you? I suppose it’s about time you returned to wherever it is you’re staying.”

He reached a hand down to help the other up, a kind smile on his face.

“ How’s your other leg? Can you atleast stand up?”

“Aha forgive me, friend, I thought you meant something by it. I’ve met my fair share of people who think themselves undeserving of friendship. Some end up hiding their feelings in word play, hoping for someone to brave the riddles and save them. You’re very forward and honest, I wish more people were like that.”

The visitor laughed off the misunderstanding when the jackal moved away to stand up, offering a compliment as apology. He turned away to take a small piece from the plate and gulp down the rest of the water from the goblet. He accepted the outstretched hand and braced his other hand against the wall

“Thank you. It still hurts, but one must always try to stand on his own.“

Jared paused a moment to figure out how to do just that. He leaning forward onto his good leg and using the momentum to push himelf up, holding onto the wall and the good samaritan’s hand for balance. He managed to stand up. 

“Sometimes one succeeds.“

The lycanroc tried to stand balanced, but it seemed putting any lasting pressure onto the injured leg caused too much pain. He could limp, but not for long distances before the pain gets to him. The good news is that his makeshift shelter was a stone’s throw away, but he’ll have to climb the stairs to make it.

"But not always without help. Will you hold my hand and keep me steady?"

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He flashed a confident, reassuring grin. He couldn’t help a bit of an honest boast in response.

“Heh, where wouldn’t I take you? My friend, I will show you the world. Shining… shimmering… mmmh…”

Jared’s voice drifted when the jackal began to run a hand through the fur of his cheek, his expression softening and his head tilting to a side. His good leg began to twitch and the stub that was his tail started to wag.

As much as he was famished and parched, it appears he was also starved for companionship.

“You-!”

But before he completely succumbed, the lycanroc suddenly reached up and tugged the jackal’s hand back, pulling him close with a fluid - almost practiced -motion. Jared panted like he had just been running, and his face had a tinge of red. With momentum on his side he leaned in just far enough that his lips grazed against the Jackal’s own. He teased, outright dared, the other to make a move.

“Take care of you? For the man who saved my life, I’d do everything.“

His voice dropped to an intimate whisper, his eyes locked onto the jackal’s own and burned with a runaway fire.

“I’d do anything.“

The lycanroc was doing a great job at holding the jackal’s attention. Even if he wanted to, the stranger found it incredibly difficult to look away from, Jared. He kept their hand on Jared’s cheek, gently rubbing with his thumb.

“ Oh? Anything you say?”

The jackal found himself grinning with excitement. The way Jared spoke to him, the way they said it, and even the way they were able to make the jackal feel a wide variety of emotions with their eyes alone.

He really…really shouldn’t do this…but he couldn’t help himself.

He leaned in just a bit closer, closing the tiny gap so that their lips would finally make full contact. He closed his eyes, holding the kiss for a good three seconds before pulling back.

“ Then do me this one, simple thing” he said before leaning in close to the other’s ear.

“ Live~”

As they kissed, the hand Jared had on the jackal’s shoulder slid down, and his claws dragged longingly against his savior’s chest. He stifled a mewl as the other pulled away, but he lingered a moment too long to pretend he was satisfied.

He shivered at the honest whisper of good will, though the room had been warmed he could feel the kind samaritan’s breath tickle his ears.

“For someone so kind, you could be so heartless. Most would wish others live and be happy, as you said Anubis would have it. I wonder, if your only wish is for me to live...“

It was his turn to reach up and touch the fur on the jackal’s cheek, craning his head forward to lay kisses upon the side of the other’s neck opposite his gentle petting.

“Will you be taking it upon yourself, to make me happy?“

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Barely anything gets to him at this point in life - early as it was - but the words of advice had found a crack in the practiced visage Jared wears and he found himself silenced as the jackal’s eyes pierced into his soul. He already had something to draw strength from, but, perhaps being guided by love would work just as well as being driven by spite. The thought loomed on him, and he found himself unable to answer.

Who was this man?

He set his conflict aside for the moment and listened as the kind samaritan unburdened himself of his own woes onto him. Despite the wisdom he’d shown so far, he was also like many of the people Jared had taken in as people of interest. At the end of the little complaint, the jackal tried to play it off as a joke with laughter, but the foreigner refused to let it be.

“Then don’t return.”

His voice took on a kindred warmth. He placed his hand atop the other’s shoulder, turning to face the man who saved him from a chilling grave.

“My friend, it appears you’ve grown too big for the collar that’s put on you. You’re limited by what those people want, suffocated by what they expect.“

He squeezed with a firm grasp and gave a knowing smile borne of a genuine empathy for having lived a bounded life himself. He leaned in avoiding a wince as the shift in weight moved his injured leg.

“Come with me, let me take you away from all this. We’ll go and find a place where you can do what gives you purpose, and become what you make yourself to be. So the collar you wear will only ever be the one you choose for yourself.“

He glanced down at the other’s hand on his shoulder for a couple seconds before once again looking back at Jared’s face.

He was…rather surprised by the other’s words. They were surprisingly meaningful, and the Jackal was actually touched by their offer.

The jackal reached a hand out, gently caressing the Lycanroc’s cheek. He was willing to humor the other’s idea for now.

“ You’re kind, Jared. But where would you take me? It seems if i take you up on your offer, I’d be having to rely on you quite a bit for a while.”

“ Could i trust you, Jared? Could i trust you to take care of me while i adjust to the new life?”

He flashed a confident, reassuring grin. He couldn’t help a bit of an honest boast in response.

“Heh, where wouldn’t I take you? My friend, I will show you the world. Shining... shimmering... mmmh...”

Jared’s voice drifted when the jackal began to run a hand through the fur of his cheek, his expression softening and his head tilting to a side. His good leg began to twitch and the stub that was his tail started to wag.

As much as he was famished and parched, it appears he was also starved for companionship.

“You-!”

But before he completely succumbed, the lycanroc suddenly reached up and tugged the jackal’s hand back, pulling him close with a fluid - almost practiced -motion. Jared panted like he had just been running, and his face had a tinge of red. With momentum on his side he leaned in just far enough that his lips grazed against the Jackal’s own. He teased, outright dared, the other to make a move.

“Take care of you? For the man who saved my life, I’d do everything.“

His voice dropped to an intimate whisper, his eyes locked onto the jackal’s own and burned with a runaway fire.

“I’d do anything.“

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“Ah, turned down before I could even propose. So cruel,” He shook his head in defeat. 

Jared’s ear twitched at the mention of what the gods would have thought, showing a genuine curiosity. Of course, the war god would find glory in death and of course the trickster would prize a swindle. But a God of the dead that would be happy for someone to live…

He opened his mouth to speak, but held his tongue to let his companion finish. And by the time he had the chance to respond, another question had pressed on him.

Would he have been happy, if it ended then and there?

He stared at the ceiling for a moment and drew a sigh. Something at the back of his mind resurfaced, a passing memory of a gentle smile and heartfelt words spoken by someone who had since passed on.

“I still… have a wish I’d like to fulfill, I wouldn’t have been happy if I left without honoring that. I guess, that’s another thing I owe you.”

He broke the tension with a polite chuckle, bridging the topic towards what the kind stranger did for a living.

“You must be tired of hearing me say thank you over and over, huh? Or maybe, with what you do, you’ve gotten used to hearing it from people by now.”

“ Well then…hold onto that wish. Whenever you’re feeling down, whenever you can’t find the strength to go on, think on that wish of yours. It just might give you the motivation to keep pushing.” He gave the a warm smile, his purple eyes looking right into the lycanroc’s red ones.

As the other began speaking again, he got quiet, giving the other his full, undivided attention. After Jared was finished, he let out a slight chuckle, turning his head upwards to look at the statue in front of them.

“ I wouldn’t say i have. It’s actually quite rare i find myself helping people like you. In fact…i know quite a bit of people who would be very annoyed with me coming to your aid”

He closed his eyes, laughing a bit and shaking his head.

“ I’m sure I’ll be lectured when i return home.”

Barely anything gets to him at this point in life - early as it was - but the words of advice had found a crack in the practiced visage Jared wears and he found himself silenced as the jackal’s eyes pierced into his soul. He already had something to draw strength from, but, perhaps being guided by love would work just as well as being driven by spite. The thought loomed on him, and he found himself unable to answer.

Who was this man?

He set his conflict aside for the moment and listened as the kind samaritan unburdened himself of his own woes onto him. Despite the wisdom he’d shown so far, he was also like many of the people Jared had taken in as people of interest. At the end of the little complaint, the jackal tried to play it off as a joke with laughter, but the foreigner refused to let it be.

“Then don’t return.”

His voice took on a kindred warmth. He placed his hand atop the other’s shoulder, turning to face the man who saved him from a chilling grave.

“My friend, it appears you’ve grown too big for the collar that’s put on you. You’re limited by what those people want, suffocated by what they expect.“

He squeezed with a firm grasp and gave a knowing smile borne of a genuine empathy for having lived a bounded life himself. He leaned in avoiding a wince as the shift in weight moved his injured leg.

“Come with me, let me take you away from all this. We’ll go and find a place where you can do what gives you purpose, and become what you make yourself to be. So the collar you wear will only ever be the one you choose for yourself.“

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“Ah, but I did knock on death’s door. Only I hid in the brush before he could answer.“ Jared laughed as the jackal sat beside him, nudging him gently by the elbow and - indirectly - thanking him again. “And you, my friend, you were my accomplice.”

He laughed a little too hard at that, ending up in a light cough. 

“I’d love to compensate you properly, but my company is all I have at the moment. Well, it’s all I ever have of value.”

The lycanroc allowed himself the luxury of a single gulp of water from the goblet, before staring off toward a statue of the temple’s patron god. At this point, he figured that the likeness shared between the samaritan and the deity was probably just a coincidence. 

“Say, do you think the gods would be mad at us for that? Cheating death?”

He laughed along with the other, though his was softer and more…polite. “ Shame on you then, getting me involved with such a prank on death.”

“ It’s kind of you to offer, Jared, but i doubt there’s anything you could give me that i would want. For now? Just focus on avoiding playing around death.”

He looked toward the statue that, Jared, was also looking at. He sighed softly, thinking about how to answer the question he was just asked. “ Oh…it depends on the god I’d imagine. Ares would call us cowards, Loki might praise us for accomplishing such a feat. Anubis….hmm”

He paused for a few seconds before finally answering.

“ I think he’s glad you’re alive. Perhaps he’s known commonly as the God of the dead, but just cause he handles duties revolved around the deceased, doesn’t mean he wishes for more death.”

“ I’m sure even a god like him understands how precious life can be, and that we should live it in ways that bring yourself and other’s happiness. So by all means…cheat death as much as you want, so long as when the time comes that you can’t escape it, you can confidently say you were happy with the life you lived.”

“Ah, turned down before I could even propose. So cruel,” He shook his head in defeat. 

Jared’s ear twitched at the mention of what the gods would have thought, showing a genuine curiosity. Of course, the war god would find glory in death and of course the trickster would prize a swindle. But a God of the dead that would be happy for someone to live...

He opened his mouth to speak, but held his tongue to let his companion finish. And by the time he had the chance to respond, another question had pressed on him.

Would he have been happy, if it ended then and there?

He stared at the ceiling for a moment and drew a sigh. Something at the back of his mind resurfaced, a passing memory of a gentle smile and heartfelt words spoken by someone who had since passed on.

“I still... have a wish I’d like to fulfill, I wouldn’t have been happy if I left without honoring that. I guess, that’s another thing I owe you.”

He broke the tension with a polite chuckle, bridging the topic towards what the kind stranger did for a living.

“You must be tired of hearing me say thank you over and over, huh? Or maybe, with what you do, you’ve gotten used to hearing it from people by now.”

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Jared tried not to flinch as the other tended to his leg, biting his tongue to distract himself. It seemed the jackal was wary of him - enough to avoid giving out his name - but the gentleness with which he carried out his task showed a genuine care. The good samaritan flowed from one motion to the next without missing a beat in a practiced rhythm. Perhaps he’d cared for many others who’ve found themselves lost and alone. What was he, a guardian spirit? Or perhaps a local who had taken the task upon themselves.

“That’s all anyone has to do, isn’t it? To make it to tomorrow.“ He replied, picking up the conversation mostly to keep his mind off the sting of pain. “One day at a time.“

He wasn’t so sure of the good spirit’s assessment on his leg; after all, he was also bruised all over the rest of his body from the fall. Regardless, the lycanroc thanked him when he finished and ventured a request, padding it in a light humor.

“Will you stay awhile, and keep a dying man company?”

The jackal looked a little surprised by the other’s request, or more likely, the way they worded it. He closed his eyes, letting out a slight chuckle as he placed his hand gently on the other’s bandaged leg.

“ Perhaps you saw death’s home, but you are far from knocking on his door.” At first it seemed like he was going to leave, but he then turned around, scooting up against the same wall as Jared and resting against it.

“ But if you desire company, i suppose there’s no harm in me sitting with you.” He turned his head to look at the other, a kind smile on his face as he did.

“ After all, there is a storm out there. Wouldn’t be safe for me to venture out. Might as well get to know the person I’m stuck in here with.”

“Ah, but I did knock on death’s door. Only I hid in the brush before he could answer.“ Jared laughed as the jackal sat beside him, nudging him gently by the elbow and - indirectly - thanking him again. “And you, my friend, you were my accomplice.”

He laughed a little too hard at that, ending up in a light cough. 

“I’d love to compensate you properly, but my company is all I have at the moment. Well, it’s all I ever have of value.”

The lycanroc allowed himself the luxury of a single gulp of water from the goblet, before staring off toward a statue of the temple’s patron god. At this point, he figured that the likeness shared between the samaritan and the deity was probably just a coincidence. 

“Say, do you think the gods would be mad at us for that? Cheating death?”

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The jackal looked up when the other introduced themselves. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly changed his mind, looking back down at the other’s leg.

“ Well…do try to hold onto hope a little longer, jared. All you have to do is make it to tomorrow morning…”

He gently began rolling up the other’s pant leg so he could get a better look at any other injuries that may have happened. Luckily, it seemed there was only bruises and a few minor cuts.

He pulled off one of the strips of cloth he had wrapped around his wrist, and began to wrap it around the other’s bruised and cut leg. He took care not to be too rough, and tied the wrapping firmly so it wouldn’t come loose. The way he did this quickly, yet also so gently, suggested he’s done something like this plenty of times.

“ That should keep your cuts from getting infected, and reduce the pain from the bruising”

Jared tried not to flinch as the other tended to his leg, biting his tongue to distract himself. It seemed the jackal was wary of him - enough to avoid giving out his name - but the gentleness with which he carried out his task showed a genuine care. The good samaritan flowed from one motion to the next without missing a beat in a practiced rhythm. Perhaps he’d cared for many others who’ve found themselves lost and alone. What was he, a guardian spirit? Or perhaps a local who had taken the task upon themselves.

“That’s all anyone has to do, isn’t it? To make it to tomorrow.“ He replied, picking up the conversation mostly to keep his mind off the sting of pain. “One day at a time.“

He wasn’t so sure of the good spirit’s assessment on his leg; after all, he was also bruised all over the rest of his body from the fall. Regardless, the lycanroc thanked him when he finished and ventured a request, padding it in a light humor.

“Will you stay awhile, and keep a dying man company?”

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“Awfully kind,” Jared thanked the new arrival, taking a piece of meat into his mouth. It was almost with some hesitation that he started to chew it, scarcely able to deny the food was real too. It did not taste like game, and most certainly not like vermin. 

He looked back up at the jackal, following him as he knelt down to examine his bad leg. Idle questions ran in his head. How did this person know the storm was passing? How long had he been watching? To which his thoughts answered, he’s probably a local who knows sandstorms more than you, and anyone could figure you’ve been here a while if they saw what’s left of your supply upstairs.

Or maybe you’ve just really gone mad. He does look like he could be a figment of your imagination.

His new acquaintance asked about his injury, and he answered.

“It... yes, it does. But, go ahead. The pain’s not going to kill me.“

He sighed and leaned back into the stone wall. In case any of this is real, he should ration the food and water. And in case his good samaritan also happened to be a healer of some sort, he should let him take a look. He steeled himself.

“I’m... Jared, by the way.“

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“ Delirious?…could be. After all, you haven’t been eating or drinking enough lately” he set down the plate by the other’s side. The small meal wasn’t anything grand, just a few strips of dried and salted meat. Sure it probably wasn’t what Jared might’ve been used to, but after so many days of living off what he could find? It might be the best thing he’s had in a while.

“ The storm has been going for quite some time, but I’m sure it’ll end in another day. The water and meat will be enough for you to see that day…just don’t push yourself.”

He knelt down by the other’s side, his eyes focusing down on the other’s injured leg. He frowned a bit, reaching a hand out as if he was about to touch it, but retracted just before making contact.

“Does it hurt badly?”

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He awoke to the sensation of pain in his head. He opened his eyes, but ended up closing them as his first conscious breath drew dust and sand, and left him coughing. Though he must’ve been out for hours, his body felt heavy and it took effort for him to even bring his hand up for the khaki jacket sleeve to cover his mouth and nose.

What happened? Where are you? The lycanroc asked himself as he looked around. He was reading - or rather - rereading a book, got up, went down the stairs, and…

“Right.“ He remembered right as his eyes fell on the stairway. But there was an odd shimmer in his vision, and it took him a second to realize the light was coming from a nearby brazier that held a flame.

None of those things were ever lit at any point in his memory.

“Who’s there?” Jared asked, squinting to see. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, barely managing to muffle a grunt as he happened to turn in a way that put his injured leg underneath as support.

“Unkkkkh.“ Bearing the sharp pain, he got into a position that allowed him to recline against a wall and lay his injured leg out in front. Just that motion left him exhausted and panting. The sitting position giving him a better view of the room, he called out again.

“Did you get left behind? I thought we got everyone out before the storm closed in.“

His eyes picked out a shadow that he thought must have been the one who lit the fire. If it had already been past nightfall, this stranger has saved him from the freeze. “Must’ve been stuck here as long as me. I have water upstairs. You can take it if you’re thirsty.”

There wasn’t a response for quite sometime, and the shadow that jared spotted didn’t seem to move. It wasn’t until the Lycanroc finished speaking, that a response would finally come.

“ You’re generosity is admirable…but I’d be concerned about your situation” the person spoke in a calm, soothing tone. Perhaps it was to calm Jared down.

Finally the figure stepped forward into the light, revealing just who Jared was speaking with. A tall, black furred jackal. One thing that stood out was the odd choice of clothing.

He was wearing a shendyt made of pristine white linen and golden silk. On his arms, silver arm cuffs, decorated with small, perfectly cut gems. On his wrists, he had white cloth straps wrapped around, going up to his elbows.

He seemed to be carrying a goblet in one hand, but it was in surprisingly good condition, and in the other hand was a plate that looked to be holding some sort of…dried meat?

He walked closer to the other, holding out the goblet that was revealed to be filled with water.

“ Drink. You haven’t been properly hydrated or fed for quite some time.”

Deep breaths, tempered, calm. The new arrival might’ve seen him collapsed on the floor earlier, but Jared wasn’t going to let them think of him as a helpless cripple if he could help it. He managed a welcoming smile at his new companion as they stepped out of the dark.

There was something odd about this person, in that he had never seen him before but Jared felt like he recognized him. His mind followed the thread trying to remember, but it was only when they were right in front of him that he realized - this jackal looked exactly like the the statues erected all over the temple they were in. The temple dedicated to...

“I- sorry, what?“ The other had asked him a question and Jared had barely heard what he’d last said, but seeing the goblet offered he realized the were giving him water.

“Thank you, I-... tried scavenging, but I couldn’t find anything after the storm came in.“ He received it in both hands and took a small sip of the cool water to wet the throat before setting it down for the moment. When Jared looked up, the jackal still undeniably looked like the temple’s patron god. A perfect splitting image, adornments and all. Before he ended up staring too long, the lycanroc shook his head and looked back down into the clear waters of the goblet. The cup, at least, felt real. But if he’d gone mad, how would he know?

“Forgive me, I’m seeing things. I must be delirious.”

He of Little Faith

[syl-and-alex]

He awoke to the sensation of pain in his head. He opened his eyes, but ended up closing them as his first conscious breath drew dust and sand, and left him coughing. Though he must’ve been out for hours, his body felt heavy and it took effort for him to even bring his hand up for the khaki jacket sleeve to cover his mouth and nose.

What happened? Where are you? The lycanroc asked himself as he looked around. He was reading - or rather - rereading a book, got up, went down the stairs, and...

“Right.“ He remembered right as his eyes fell on the stairway. But there was an odd shimmer in his vision, and it took him a second to realize the light was coming from a nearby brazier that held a flame.

None of those things were ever lit at any point in his memory.

“Who’s there?” Jared asked, squinting to see. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, barely managing to muffle a grunt as he happened to turn in a way that put his injured leg underneath as support.

“Unkkkkh.“ Bearing the sharp pain, he got into a position that allowed him to recline against a wall and lay his injured leg out in front. Just that motion left him exhausted and panting. The sitting position giving him a better view of the room, he called out again.

“Did you get left behind? I thought we got everyone out before the storm closed in.“

His eyes picked out a shadow that he thought must have been the one who lit the fire. If it had already been past nightfall, this stranger has saved him from the freeze. “Must’ve been stuck here as long as me. I have water upstairs. You can take it if you’re thirsty.”

He of Little Faith

Jared the lycanroc sat alone, cross-legged against one of the stone pillars holding up the dusty atrium at the heart of a temple built to honor old forgotten gods. Here, he read from local literature, working with the words he knew to figure out the words he didn’t know from context like a puzzle.

He had come to Egypt to learn the language from the source. It was not directly necessary for his work, but to learn something new is exercise for the mind. Like clay warmed by expert hands, a mind must be able to adapt and learn new shapes lest it become dry and hard, knowing what it does but unable to adapt.

The tourist sighed. Perhaps he was only justifying it. After all, there was barely anything else he could do. Even without walking toward the exit he could hear the roar of the sandstorm that had been raging for a week now, cutting him off from his attendant and the rest of the world. He winced as his stomach growled

In truth he was glad to be alone, because that meant everyone else got out. His friend did not like the idea when he pitched it, but there was not enough room in the caravan to flee before the storm set in and none of them would have escaped if anyone else but his friend were driving. Besides, his friend’s intuition told him Jared will survive until rescue. And Jared trusts that assessment with his life.

There was no food left from his earlier scavenging, and whatever water he had found and bottled was nearly spent. The lycanroc had rationed his remaining water carefully but he can only squeeze a few more days before he’s completely dry.

Jared got up to stretch, laying down the book where he sat and setting off on his route, just a short walk around the interior of the temple. But as he descended a steep flight of stairs, the ancient stone crumbled beneath his feet. He had tried to grasp at the side railing installed for travellers, but his grip - weakened from hunger and thirst - failed him and the lycanroc tumbled down. He was too weak to fight the momentum, and instead kept his head down and brought his arms up to prevent the worst. 

It would not be enough.

He hit the landing in a cloud of dust, and lay there unconscious from a combination of fatigue and trauma. But while he managed to avoid fatal injury Jared had broken his left leg and would not be able to climb back up the steps, cutting him off from what little water he had left.

Alone, and with no recourse left, it is only a matter of time before the end.

@godly-egyptian-duo

[syl-and-alex]

He of Little Faith

Jared the lycanroc sat alone, cross-legged against one of the stone pillars holding up the dusty atrium at the heart of a temple built to honor old forgotten gods. Here, he read from local literature, working with the words he knew to figure out the words he didn’t know from context like a puzzle.

He had come to Egypt to learn the language from the source. It was not directly necessary for his work, but to learn something new is exercise for the mind. Like clay warmed by expert hands, a mind must be able to adapt and learn new shapes lest it become dry and hard, knowing what it does but unable to adapt.

The tourist sighed. Perhaps he was only justifying it. After all, there was barely anything else he could do. Even without walking toward the exit he could hear the roar of the sandstorm that had been raging for a week now, cutting him off from his attendant and the rest of the world. He winced as his stomach growled

In truth he was glad to be alone, because that meant everyone else got out. His friend did not like the idea when he pitched it, but there was not enough room in the caravan to flee before the storm set in and none of them would have escaped if anyone else but his friend were driving. Besides, his friend’s intuition told him Jared will survive until rescue. And Jared trusts that assessment with his life.

There was no food left from his earlier scavenging, and whatever water he had found and bottled was nearly spent. The lycanroc had rationed his remaining water carefully but he can only squeeze a few more days before he’s completely dry.

Jared got up to stretch, laying down the book where he sat and setting off on his route, just a short walk around the interior of the temple. But as he descended a steep flight of stairs, the ancient stone crumbled beneath his feet. He had tried to grasp at the side railing installed for travellers, but his grip - weakened from hunger and thirst - failed him and the lycanroc tumbled down. He was too weak to fight the momentum, and instead kept his head down and brought his arms up to prevent the worst. 

It would not be enough.

He hit the landing in a cloud of dust, and lay there unconscious from a combination of fatigue and trauma. But while he managed to avoid fatal injury Jared had broken his left leg and would not be able to climb back up the steps, cutting him off from what little water he had left.

Alone, and with no recourse left, it is only a matter of time before the end.

@godly-egyptian-duo

[syl-and-alex]

Jared when can we get them feet pics

"Hah, pictures. What sort of lowlife asks for pictures of someone’s feet?”

The lycanroc tsked and shook his head, clearly disappointed by the caliber of requests that had been addressed to him. There was an uncomforable silence afterwards as he let his words stew, but Jared was merely waiting for the other to drop their guard.

“But.. you’ve been asking for this for some time now, haven’t you?“

In the moment where the guest’s mind was starting to think about the question, he had rushed forward and pushed them back, causing them to stagger backwards onto the floor. And before they could even look up, he had placed his foot to the side of their head. At this point he could easily stomp on the asker’s head as he pleased, and put just enough pressure to keep them down as they tried to get back up.

He stared down at his quarry, holding firm until the struggling stopped and they finally surrendered. Well, one must always reward obedience.

“Go ahead, bitch, take your time.” He said, shifting his foot forward so his ankles crackled. “ I want you to remember how it tastes.”