The desert, midday, was at its hottest. The pharaoh was used to such weather, easily maneuvering the dunes beyond his oasis home. He'd been out hunting, and had come up with a small impala. It wasn't much but it would suffice. Mory needed it more than himself he was certain, he was a fit and young man while mory was a much softer male. He was well packed with muscle and his harsher existence in the desert showed in his body type.
He was a silent wraith among the dunes, as he traversed them effortlessly. one might mistake him for a mirage or even a vision from the gods if they were thirsty enough and didn't know any better. His path took him in the most direct route of his home. Across dunes, to the redwater rocks and over the mountain to his home at the oasis. He deposited his catch easily and inside his den with mory and made for the water. He took his drink before settling himself upon his favorite perch in the shade. He laid upon his rock with his onyx gems focused upon his oasis.