@kitxkatrp {Plotted Starter- Ancient Egypt AU~!}
It was a freezing night in the desert, like most nights, the temperature had plummeted to nearly zero. These frozen desert nights were something that Farouk thrived in, he loved the sting of the cold winds against his face, and most of his silent thefts happened during such an hour. The night was nearly pitch-black, save for the mood and stars that illuminated his way.
Sitting astride his proud black mare, Calavera, who carried him in silence through the night, he surveyed the moonlit sands like a king over his domain. Suddenly, the animal stopped dead in her tracks and lowered her fine head, snorting at something lying motionless, half-buried in the sand.
"Easy, Calavera, settle down girl." The man reached a hand down to gently pat the proud creature's neck with a kind but firm hand before dismounting from the saddle. He strode curiously towards the figure lying there, eyes narrowing slightly as he circled around to get a better look. But when he realized who it was...His eyes widened slightly in shock.
"What the hell is the Pharaoh doing all the way out here...And barely alive, nonetheless..." He wondered aloud, though he soon stood up and moved to walk back to the black horse who was waiting patiently a few feet away. Yet once he had reached her...He stopped and looked back.
Calavera nickered softly and nudged Farouk with her head, pushing him back towards the unconscious man.
"Alright already, I get it. Ya don't have to shout." The Thief King grumbled crossly, though of course the mare took no offence. He strode back to the young pharaoh and reached down, picking him up and tossing his limp body over his shoulder, mainly because it was much easier to carry him that way. Striding back to his horse, he climbed aboard and settled Atem side-saddle in front of him before turning his horse to the east. If he was going to go through the trouble of saving his mortal enemy's life, he may as well go the extra mile and take the guy home with him.
Once back in Kul Elna, about an hour's ride from where he'd found the poor man, he reached the ruins that he called his home. One house was still mostly intact, save for having no front, but the roof and the other three walls were intact at least.
Dismounting and being careful not to drop the guy on the way down, he carried him inside and began to assess the damages before tending to his wounds. Cleaning and bandaging them, he grumbled lowly to himself the whole way through.
As soon as Atem's wounds were bandaged and clean, he placed him upon the tattered bed and covered him with the only blanket he had. It was old, tattered and dull, but at the very least would ensure the man wouldn't freeze to death.
With that done, he turned and walked out of the house, re-mounting his horse and disappearing off into the night to find enough food and water to be able to sustain them both. By the time the Pharaoh would likely awaken, Farouk would be nowhere to be seen...At least for now.
