Glowing crimson eyes gazed out across the desert, the herd had grown and she had grown yet too. Both of her mothers had trained her, one to rule and one to fight. But Anck didn't seek the crown at least she didn't covet it. The mare was yet unsure what she sought, her elder sister sought the crown. Anck found herself more useful as an assassin and warrior, not exactly what either mother had wanted but someone had to do the job. Couldn't leave it to a stallion they would mess it up, it had happened before, Anck shared her warrior mother's sentiments about that sleazy slave the Pharaoh kept around, what was his name, Mosenth? Ick. She hoped someone would castrate him before he had children, wouldn't want any more of him running around it would be a great service to the herd. He was hardly fit for this herd, he wasn't strong to the contrary he was skinny and weak.
The mare's ears flicked back as the hot dry wind blew she could feel her skin drying out. With priests who knew the arts is wasn't as bad, she didn't flake like Nefertari, Still Dry skin iritated her. Anck-su-namun could sense the presence of her sister's approach.
"Elder Sister Amunet." The mare greeted Formally before the mare could see her. Paru was probably off with Nefertari doing some more training he was to kill their hated uncle. The one who put their mother in the disgraceful state she was in now... She couldn't wait to see him dead, wouldn't it be grand?
Lady Yukaharu
