Bones

The desert cries.

A soldier marches.

Heatwaves escape the dunes in fleets. A million little soldiers prickle between the underside of the Kingsguard's worn pads. No matter for a war-bitten man on a path to serve the gods. Goddess's and King's made their altar's where their lust took them, and he will obey to their commands until there are blisters flowered on his feet. The safety of the divine is of first priority. 

Mesen-ka starts by traversing the far outskirts away from the rippling cold waters and haven's of vegetation. Ra is beastly with his rays.
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A solider marches under the supervision of a two-toned eye.

Briar had seen the kingsguard in passing. The man marched, stood guard, and attended the side of his king valiantly. So rare was is that Briar was called upon, never had he met the man formally. He only knew Mesen-ka's name from the twittering mouths of the working fellahin. Some of which being opinionated of his rowdy children.

The neb did not wish to leave the lovely shade of the oasis vegetation, but this land was foreign to them all. If would do no good if he got turned around in the dunes under the unforgiving sun. It was not an experience he wished to relive.

The regret is immediate, but Briar does not yield from his decision. The sand burned underfoot, the air sweltered, and the neb followed after the soldier at a steady clip.
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Man endures, even within the belly of the sun gods. The Kingsguard turns not his gaze upon his companion, for now it is the neb who is gifted the shield of the royal's right hand.

"Briar!" booms the voice. It's welcoming.

He knows all names who actively dwell near the dark king and his golden wife. 

"Tell me how you fair in the dawn of our new age."
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