He moved through the sands with the grace of a long forgotten king. A pharaoh in his own right. Bred from a princess and a God, only the latter he was less pleased to claim. Ra would find one day, the knife that Rameses planned to plant in his back. Loyal to himself mostly, he had learned long ago that was the only way to be. Unaware that he had siblings that felt much the same.
He'd left Mory at the western oasis they had found. It was best the waif rest and regain his strength so he might properly serve his master. The moon faced high in the sky, intelligence telling the man to move with the setting sun only. The desert was less hostile then. The God king moved over dunes and expanses with ease as he searched.
He came to the top of a dunes and halted. Below was waters. But he knew better than to approach unknown waters without looking first. Crocodiles were rampant in his homeland and here they could be as well. When he grew satisfied he stalked down to the water. Slowly he quenched his thirst unaware that another was near and may just be watching him. Nor that she was the escaped slave with goddess markings that he searched for.
