10-12-2011, 08:07 AM
Zahur had been lounging rather lazily near the Pharaoh, curled up in his small cat form. The form of a sand colored Abssyinian, Zahur took pride in his species. His had been one of the first cats in existance, one of the oldest species. The short haired feline purred softly for a few moments, and when Horus had left. Off to run some errand or this, Zahur jumped up and darted after the warrior. Out of the palace, things were more fun out of the palace. Even in cat form. He mewled softly and wove agily between Cena's feet as they walked. He was careful so she didn't trip, then he darted infront of Horus before circling back around to follow behind Cena. Head and tail held high.
Zahur was an important creature and he knew it very well. Everyone in the palace pampered him. He was treated almost better than the pharaoh. He followed the warrior and slave all the way to the scribe, when Horus sent Cena away, Zahur had a moment of indecision. Stay with Horus or follow Cena. He mewled softly and then darted off after Cena. He liked looking at the marketplace. It was usually an exciting area. He rubbed against her legs gently as she bought the potatos and what not. When she hurried off back towards Horus, Zahur wasn't far behind. Oddly though, her pace had begun to slow, and eventually she stopped infront of a merchant. Zahur mewled softly and gave her ankle a swat with his paw. Claws sheathed of course. Just to get her attention. Horus might get angry if she didn't hurry back.
Still, she was a slave, and Horus could do whatever he wanted to her. Though sometimes, Zahur got this odd nagging feeling in the back of his head that slavery wasn't really right. The cat shook his head and mewled softly.
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