#sorcererintraining

[ofscarss-blog]

"Bakuuuuuuraaaaaaah!" Runs up and almost tackles him with excitement.. but decides against it. "I traveled for two days but I finally found you! I'M BACK!"

He gave her an unfazed look, merely raising a white eyebrow. “Back for what?”

[ofscarss-blog]

"It's a good student's job to always ask questions! So tell me, how come you're always so determined to stay away from the city? Wouldn't you prefer to live in a nice middle-class home rather than an old cave or something?"

"You must have forgotten about my reputation around the palace and every village the Pharaohs owns. I could as well chose a cell down in the Pharaohs dungeon." He rolled his eyes. "You’re not the brightest of the Pharaohs pets, are you?" 

[ofscarss-blog]

Dominate Me (for the lols <3)

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

"Where is your Pharaoh now, little magician?" The thief hissed as he was holding her by her throat, letting her dangle from a cliff. His serpent glance was cold and ruthless. This man had no voice that told him killing a child would be the wrong thing to do. His voices, were the voices of anger that encouraged his doings.

Mana struggled for air, her little hands grasping his as she stared at him with fear in her eyes. Pleading to be freed, tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, dripping down her tan cheeks. “I..co-” She tried to speak but the lack of air almost made it impossible.

"You and the rest of the palace should know that attacking me at night – will only end in death." He looked back at the corpses of guards behind him. It was a foolish attempt. A few guards and a unexperienced magician. They must have lost their touch..

"I didn’t co-ome..To-..t’hurt.." She wheezed out, clenching her teeth in a last attempt to speak.

Bakurah narrowed his eyes and after a few seconds of staring at her, he tossed her into the dirt where she coughed and tried to fill her lungs with air. She held her throat, rubbing over the red marks and stared up at him.

"I came to talk!" She cried out and took another deep breath.

"Talk? What would a brat like you want to talk about?" He stepped closer to her and suddenly pressed his foot onto her stomach, pressing her into the dirt. The blood of the guards beside her, was forming a small, crimson river, right towards her face.

"I… Wanted to know what you want?" She spoke, as bravely as possible, looking up at the thief who could crush her right here and right now.

He frowned for a moment, before a smirk tugged the corners of his lips upwards. “Everything.” He could tell by Manas confused look that she did not know what he meant with that. “I want to steal the world, I will have everything I want , including the blood of the Palace and their people, on my hands.”

Mana simply returned his stare. She could not believe that there was nothing that would soothe the thiefs anger and make an end to this war. “..What happened to you that you’re so full of hate?” She finally dared to ask. It couldn’t get any worse now anyway.

At this, the thiefs eyes narrowed. He reached down to grab her by the hair and dragged her over the stony hill, causing sharp rocks to scratch her skin. On top of it, he forced he to look down at the village of Kul Elna. “Your Kingdom happened.” He growled.

Mana just stared at the village. She had heard of it, thought it was just a ghost story but..It was real. And it was the thiefs home. Stories told that the thief himself plundered this village and left it cursed and forgotten. It actually made her stomach turn that this story was twisted like this.”I- I’m sorry. ..”

Bakurah rose her up to his face, his left hand lifting her by her clothings, the right hand grasping her chin so she could not look away. “No. Not yet. But you will be sorry, all of you…” He smirked.

She couldn’t move. Like a mouse in the grip of a snake, the thief strength completely made her submit and she had nothing to say anymore for she knew the truth now. All she could do, was stare into thoe pale, empty eyes as she felt the thief slowly draw a dagger from underneath his coat…

[talesofkemet-blog]

Application - Fem!Marik character

A middle class thief? Well what stories will you uncover in your time in Kemet. But tread carefully for a thief's life can end very shortly with a blade to your hand...

Have the blog up by next tuesday please~!

~Yoly

Counter part: Modern Egypt, Melaney Zandalari

Social Standing: Criminal (thief), middle-class.

Personality: Melaney is usually a bright and peppy young girl, being friendly to even the rudest and meanest of people.  She is extremely charitable, often making late-night walks to the less-fortunate areas of Kemet to donate what little food she might have lying around.  She is quite lonely in reality, living alone for most of her life, but she doesn't show it on the outside, always wearing a bright smile.

Bio: Mel is 22 years old and living alone in a small house in the middle-class area of Kemet.  With tanned skin and a slender posture, the only odd thing about her appearance is her wild blonde hair, which she often keeps tied back in pigtails with scraps of ribbon.  She has never had a boyfriend but wishes more than anything to raise a family as soon as possible with the right person.   She has a motherly nature and longs for some babies.

Mel did once live in the upper-class area of Kemet with her father until she was 12 years old.  Her father did a lot of work in the black market, teaching Mel most of the skills she now uses for petty theft.  When her mother died in childbirth, and the baby that would still be Mel's younger brother died from the 'sweating sickness' (the common fever) only weeks later, Mel's father never recovered from his grief.  He eventually let his feelings cloud his judgement on a thieving opportunity and was arrested, leaving Mel to flee to lower-class Kemet to escape being captured herself.  She eventually worked her way up by theft to be able to afford a home in middle-class Kemet.

Personal Blog: slothqueenmelly.tumblr.com (which I'll use for the group, so please use that URL on the masterlist if I'm accepted? :3 )

Skype: sweatymannipplez94 (I'm not even joking)

[ofscarss-blog]

CONFESS!

"Your eyes in our last encounter. Wide open and covered with fear. If there had ever been a moment in which I considered not killing you off, then it had been this very moment."

[child-of-the-court]

sorcerer-in-training, magically-mana, and priest-mahado have entered the Palace

The Priest blinked, looking the three over. Two Manas, and Mahaad. "Heya." Did that sound like something a nineteen-year-old would say? No? ...It was close enough...