#;nvrcmplt : nebka

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» Him.

HIM!!!!!!

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@nvrcmplt said (inbox):

Wings blot the sky, feathered and pure, injury long healed and feathers clean - health returned. Cutting cloud and twisting through sandy breeze, the beast soon returns to its home. A heavy descend for a large and strengthened beast and one that lands before its people. Ears twitch as paws welcome the mats of hand weaved rugs, lowering his gaze upon them with some appreciation to the colors used but also to allow him time to relax his heart. It's been a while since he's been able to allow his wings to stretch in the skies like so. Tail wavers as his head raises again, looking upon those that worship him alongside his King, and thus when the mere beckon of his Pharaoh does the guardian push onward - padding at a steady pace to greet Ramses upon the steps, fluttering his wings in thanks and closing them tight to remain seated. "Should War come, Pharaoh, I'll be on the front lines if you ask of it." He was boasting now, happy to have his mobility back for himself and to be of use by his fated king.

     RAMSES STOOD IN WAIT with those that often came to pay reverence to the Great Sphinx that had made this place their home, arms crossed over his chest and eyes trained upwards towards the very heavens themselves. It was then that the one he awaited came before him, glorious in all their power as they came to land upon mats weaved specifically with them in mind. The King’s gaze softened, the fondness he felt upon the sight of Nebka warming him more than the sun’s rays as he uncrossed his arms and gestured for them to approach. Those present seemed beside themselves with joy, though was it not a joyous occasion to see the other finally able to take to the sky? Such was their dominion, after all. The earth was but a second place in comparison to what joy he could feel from them at finally being able to feel the wind fluttering through feathers. ❝You look good and well, Nebka.❞ He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently rest upon their great arm. ❝I am glad that your wings were able to heal as well as they did. Perhaps the prayers of the people helped earn the favor of the gods themselves to aid you. Though, I too hoped that you would fully recover.❞

     For what a pitiful sight it had been to see them in the condition he had back then. If not for Zateros pointing him out, Ramses was not sure he would have ever known about them. They would have continued to wander the desert, wings bleeding and infected until eventually even they were claimed by the harshness of the desert. Just the thought of their body being food for carrion birds, hyenas, and all manner of beast made his blood boil. Even worse if those poachers from before sought them out and took parts of their body to sell or keep as trophies. Fingers gently caressed soft fur, his gaze lifting to meet with theirs as he smiled. ❝I have no doubt that you would be there, My Dear Nebka. There would be no greater ally to have by my side than you.❞ After all, just as they trusted him with their life, he trusted them all the same as well.

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i’ll try not to be too offended. //Nebka

     ❝BE OFFENDED? BY BEING called ‘cute’? I cannot help that you are indeed just that when you look disgruntled. You make this face that is just far too endearing.❞ Nebka had a visage that could intimidate many, and did intimidate many who gazed upon him. To Ramses, however, he was ‘adorable’ even if one would very rarely ever attribute such a thing to a sphinx of all beings. That description was no different from looking upon a deadly crocodile and proclaiming such with utmost certainty. Leaning back upon his hands, he laughed loudly, head thrown back so that his voice could boom around them. ❝I should not tease you overly much, but I mean what I say.❞ Turning his gaze back to the other, the mirth in his within those golden eyes did not dissipate even once. ❝Besides, what other word am I supposed to use when I catch a glimpse of you playing with the young ones, hm?❞

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Nebka :: Kenpachi screaming.mp3 vc.

     WATCHES FROM A WINDOW. Oh look at Nebka out there, just thriving. Screaming out to the heavens as he goes about his day doing...whatever it was he chose to do during the day. Ah, even the proud roar of a lion could not compare to the power behind that most enthused screaming! A wonderful thing to hear as he sipped his wine and enjoyed his bowl of fruit.

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He walks amongst them, padding with gentle bulk - head, turning and taking in the state of his new grounds of protection and claim of home. The smell of sands and wine, pristine walls and floors covered in nothing but flora of species he wasn't either knowledgeable upon but loved nonetheless. Wings healed enough to remain out of bandaged and ointments but too weak to fly with just yet held tight to his sides as he stepped down steps and waded through waters warmed by the sun itself, it almost felt like.

Humming in a low tune, his lashes flutter and bliss shudders throughout his being as he slows and sits upon hunches of lion and flutters his wings to clean feathers in a splashy display of falcon feathers blessed by sandy blondes and browns with whites. No longer did they bore the crimson from bloody gash nor broken bone...

Movement to his left had his lashes part with ease, staring upon the oddity of a creature's face blessed by Nut's reign, as it sparkled with stars and night, almost as if Kuk too reigned within the swirling unknown. But he needed little to understand what he was gazing upon - as they too bore the headdress of gold, paws and tail --- They were what he was, but more --- odd. Still, like most prides of his species, though rare they were, he chuffed only in polite tones and rose his wings to cover the smaller children of this place to cover them and tease with the wet rain drops from his feather tips.

This place, was a good place.

So it wasn't a surprise that after a soak, that the beast and his cubs were to be found outside their temple of healing, resting in the direct sunlight to dry all the way between their toes. To sleep with little fear or wariness of those that came to pray and see what a rarity Nebka was.

     NEBKA’S RECOVERY HAD COME along wonderfully, and for that, Ramses was pleased. There had been no words that were enough for the rage he had felt upon seeing the state of that great sphinx. However, if one were to look upon them now, it was clear that they were quite content. Leaning against one of the stone pillars of his palace, sunlight filtered through, its warmth partially touching his form as he watched from a distance. Their wing would require far more time before it fully healed, and even then, the healers had not been sure the distance that Nebka would be able to fly. Even so, that was far better than not being able to fly at all. Ramses could not think of any crueler fate for one born of the sky than to be completely and utterly grounded. ❝It was good that Zateros found you.❞ Thanks to her, the damage that had been done had a far better chance of being wiped away; both on Nebka’s psyche and on his body. Lips curled into a smile, his gaze shifting away to rest upon that distant horizon. Ah, what his father have said upon seeing Egypt now, he wondered?

     Would he have been in awe to have been able to see a sphinx with his own two eyes? To be able to stand in the presence of such a being when they were so elusive in this vast country? ❝I will make Egypt greater,❞ he said to none in particular save for the sun itself, determination flashing, for a moment, within bright gold. He was already on the path towards greatness, wasn’t he? Surely even the gods were pleased to bear witness to the path he had continued to treat, right? The Divine were quite quick to make their displeasure known, yet he could not recall a time that any had appeared before him with words of warning. If anything, their praise had been enough to elevate his confidence, what unease he might have felt a long time ago upon being given this heavy burden of ruling, now like a distant memory – a child’s unease and fears. Not that of a proud pharaoh. Not that of a child of Ra like himself. ❝Continue to be at peace with the young ones, Nebka.❞ They need not worry about anything.

     He would have his Golden Age.