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Menkaura -- Mourning
Later, when the dinner was over, the King of Egypt stood, disappearing outside. His sister watched with sadness, but turned back to entertaining the guest Menkaura had left her with. The male climbed the steepness of the dunes, since his Land was built down in the dune, providing for good protection. Finally, he reached the top of one, and his form shifted. From the proud Egyptian King, the witch's curse took over his body, shifting it to that of a horse. A pathetic site, a tribute to what he's gone through. His sandy pelt was cluttered with scars. The horn that had once so brightly decorated his head was snapped off, broken. Even the stallion's wings, once huge, proud things, had been broken beyond repair, and clipped. As a human might clip the feathers of a bird to keep it from flying. He walked along the top of the dune, sand spilling down as he did, until the alabaster stone that marked the grave of the mother Menkaura wished he knew came into sight. "Hi, Mum." he said softly as he came up to the stone, tears springing to his eyes. He never knew this woman, and still, he mourned her death unconditionally. He sniffled lightly, a pained expression coming over his face, and still the King smiled. "I miss you. So much." he said, laying down, resting his head on the rock, tears finally spilling over his eyes. ---------- This is a picture based on a roleplay between me and 4 hours is a long time. (I timed it! Whoo!) art & charecter (c) ~savannahsage |
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January 17, 2009
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