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Post by God of Dyslexia on Jan 25, 2015 17:15:55 GMT -8
This is a roleplay between Racoonus and myself you my look but please don't post. |
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Post by Racoonus on Jan 25, 2015 18:09:21 GMT -8
 There were few things in this world that Kyhan loved more than gold; so, naturally gold is what he requested his pyramid be built from. “It couldn’t be done,” the critics said. Poppycock! He was the Pharaoh. He was God. Who would dare deny him a golden pyramid? No one would; unless they wished to be exiled and never make it to the afterlife. Especially not today since it was his twentieth birthday. With a yawn, the pharaoh awoke in his chamber. He hastily dressed himself in his robes and adorned himself with his ceremonial jewelry and headdress before heading into the sweltering sun. He was on his way to oversee the construction when he was stopped by some of his advisers. They told him that there was a gift for him if he would be so kind as to wait on his throne. He agreed and made his way to his golden seat. “Where is this gift?” He inquired in a deep, commanding voice. As he waited, he was flanked on both sides by two beautiful slave girls who fanned him with palm fronds. Kyhan winked at one of them flirtatiously and the girl blushed in return. It was good to be pharaoh. A time passed and still his gift was not set before him. Losing his patience, the pharaoh stood from his seat and raised his hand commandingly. “I will wait no longer. Have my gift placed before me now, or I shall continue with my business. I will not be kept waiting on this most festive of days!” He demanded in a booming voice. It wasn’t like his advisers to keep him waiting. What on earth could possibly be keeping them? Perhaps they had caught him a pet lion and it was being rather difficult and refused to walk on a leash. This thought made him smile. Maybe he would wait another moment. The prospect of a pet lion outweighed his current desire to go see the progress made on his golden pyramid. |
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Post by God of Dyslexia on Jan 26, 2015 17:47:54 GMT -8
With a crash of the doors and a girl falling on the floor, she was not older then the pharaoh himself, she looked like she was not happy. She looked up at the pharaoh and glared at him. One of the advisers walked up to the girl and grabbed her while the other walked in the middle of the room. “I am sorry, this one was a pain getting her to come here” the first one walked up with Aziza and forced her on her knees once more. “My pharaoh, this is our gift to you, a new slave to keep you company and serve you anyway that you would like” Once again the girl started fighting against the men that were trying to keep her still. “I am no gift to anyone!” yelling as she was trying vary hard to get away from this place and away from the pharaoh that was making all the people were building his pyramid a living hell with all the work that he was making them do. When she could not make the men let her go she glared at the man that she was kneeling in front of. She did not like him and she wanted him to know it because of what he was doing. “Her parents sold her to use just for you” the first adviser told his pharaoh while bowing a little. For where Aziza was kneeling she could see that both men scared of him, she knew that she should be but she really could not be scared of someone who just sat on a throne all day. While she was there on the cold floor the girl was wandering if she could run fast enough so that she could not get caught and that she did not have to serve this spoiled pharaoh, she did not want to be the one that had to wait on him hand and foot when he could have someone else do it for him. |
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Post by Racoonus on Jan 26, 2015 19:44:11 GMT -8
When the doors opened with a crash, Kyhan jumped slightly. He hadn’t expected such an aggressive entry. He looked skeptically as his gift was placed before him. Sure it was another beautiful slave girl, but this one was different. Most girls dreamed of a chance to be his godliness’s possession, but this girl had to be brought in kicking and screaming. Normally, he would be disappointed in his advisers for such a poor choice, but today being such a glorious day and all, he decided to forgive them for their failures. He nodded in appreciation of his new girl.
When she started yelling he had to hold back a chuckle. She really didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t until she looked his way that he realized why his advisers had picked her: she was drop dead gorgeous. Even if her manners were lacking, her beauty was enough to entice him. “Have her fan me as I walk to go observe my glorious pyramid’s construction,” he commanded before strutting off. He wasn’t sure if one of his men would have to hold her down and drag her kicking and screaming to do it, but she would learn her place.
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Post by God of Dyslexia on Jan 26, 2015 21:23:51 GMT -8
Hearing that she would have to fan him the girl was not very happy about that, she was the most degrading thing that he could make her do. Being picked up on her feet and giving a fan Aziza glared at the people that had giving her the fan before sourly following the pharaoh. She was very upset that her parents would do that to her when they knew that she did not like the pharaoh and did not care of his rule. While she was following the man that she loathed she was looking around to find anyway to find place that she might be able to use later in the night to leave.
Unfortunately for Aziza one of the pharaoh’s men was following them so she could not run away at the moment. Every once in a while she would do her job and fan the man that was standing in front of her when he would stop, she would roll her eyes while she was doing so because she had heard that he had more girls to do things like fan him while she could do something completely different then just following him. After a little while her arms started to get tired and she had to stop fanning him in the middle of the task that he had her do.
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Post by Racoonus on Jan 27, 2015 19:08:21 GMT -8
Kyhan was enjoying his leisurely stroll in the sand to the site where his pyramid was being built. Once he arrived he was rather, well, disappointed. What was completed, which was hardly anything, was a single layer of a very small triangle.
“What is this? This is not fit for a god!” He boomed with outrage.
He spent the next ten minutes arguing with the pyramid’s designer about where gold came from and just how they were expected to build an entire pyramid out of gold. He was already in a bad mood when suddenly his fanning stopped. He turned on his heel and glared at the new girl. Why on earth did she abruptly cease to fanning him?
“I did not tell you to stop fanning me,” he scolded, “What is your name girl?”
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Post by God of Dyslexia on Jan 28, 2015 15:02:41 GMT -8
Aziza had been following the pharaoh while they were going to where his pyramid was being built. She was looking around wandering why they were building him a better pyramid then what his father had, she rolled her eyes when she heard him yell that it was not where he thought it was going to be at the moment.
While they were there for the next ten minutes they girl had been doing what he had asked her; fanning him. She was still looking around while she was trying to keep the fan going before she had to stop because she arms had gotten tired and they need a brake. Setting the fan down and had it rest on her she rubbed her arms before the young pharaoh turned to yell at her.
“No you did not but my arms got tired and I need a brake. My name is Aziza”
She explained while she was standing there, she knew that she could not stand up to a man like him but he did asked her name and she thought that he might want to know why she stopped fanning him. While she was waiting for the pharaoh to scolder or do whatever he was going to do, Aziza was watching the people that were building the pyramid, she could see that they where having a hard time moving each brick of the pyramid.
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