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sabra khesenf
KHEPER-AI, currently at THIBIA, 34 years old, played by , shipper , dev
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What are you afraid of? I know that you are, keep it in your sights now and don't let it go far
The palace of Ankhais had become an infestation of the political mongers as of late; the Per-aa had fallen ill and only continued to degrade in his condition as the days passed by. For Sabra, it was a conflicting time; it opened opportunities to her yet, saddened her deeply that her father, a man she adored above all others, would soon fade away, just as her mother once had. Whispers of whom would take the throne filled the palace grounds and much of the city; nobility clambering to wrestle power through alliances, the commoners placing bets in hopes of finding new found wealth. None of them concerned Sabra, as something far more delicate had arisen in the place of whispers.

Volubisia revealed itself to the world; an empire of boundless might and strength, a war across the seas yet none had been conquered. A peace summit had been arranged, to mend old wounds, to form new alliances and to strengthen nations, and the world as a whole. The concords they were known as. Sabra was far from finding herself interested in such affairs, yet one of her own had been chosen to act as ambassador; Nikare. Born in what Sabra could only consider being two different eras, the two were far from being similar; one had chosen the path of the pious, and the other, the path of the conqueror, yet in that alone, Sabra could only adore and cherish her younger sister.

So it was the soon to be occurring concords, that Nikare was chosen to represent Thibia in worldly affairs, to bring about new alliances, marriages, and family members. Sabra herself was not so fond of the lands beyond Thibia, nor did she consider Eldur a country to be worried, given the countries and seas parting them. Alas, it was for the apparent 'sake of the world' and the ideals of peace that brought these accords together, perhaps, in a way, it would become worthwhile reconnaissance.

It did not sit well with Sabra that her sister was soon to leave for foreign lands, so far from home but perhaps, the safest thing for the younger kheper-ai. It was arranged as a good bye, a meeting in the palace gardens to say her farewells, to wish her the safest journeys and to offer her own warriors as an escort. The gardens were a different beauty, much pride and design were put into it, an array of colours, and plants perhaps not even seen through out Thibia, yet tenderly cared for to show the exuberant beauty of Thibia and the royal family as a whole.

"Nikare." Sabra called out as she approached her sister with open arms, offering a display of affection she wasn't quite known for. Alas, Nikare was one of the brightest roses amongst the flowers present, and Sabra, the thorns yet at times, she could sheath them for the sake of family. Expecting the embrace to be accepted, Sabra would hug the girl tightly and with certain warmth. "I hear you set sail for strange lands?" Sabra already knew as much, alas, she prompted insight as to what Nikare was feeling about the event in particular.

Nikare Khesenf. also open to ANEBOS KHESENF if ya wanna join in!

posted on Aug 15 2017, 03:32 PM, permalink
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Nikare Khesenf
princess & priestess, currently at ankhais, 24 years old, played by ani, shipper , dev
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Many days, Nikare could be found in the depths of her temple, the scent of oils clinging to the fabrics of her clothes, ink staining her fingers, sweat clinging to her brow, or perhaps affixed in the halls of the political wings of the peret, a smile and careful words playing gently in conversations with those who mattered and those who wanted to. But today she was content to sit in the gardens, her world quiet for now as she let the sun's rays warm her against the mild temperatures of what passed for winter weather in Ankhais.

Winter faded quickly in Ankhais - it arrived and departed before it inflicted much suffering on the city's residents. Her father's illness was not so kind; and she wondered, sadly, which would pass first: the Per-aa, or the season's chill. And when he passed (sooner, she feared, rather than later), what changes would come to Ankhais? Would blood be shed while she aimed to extend a hand of friendship in Eldur?

Worry balanced heavily against her excitement at traveling and her pride at being chosen as ambassador, but her thoughts were interrupted for the moment by her sister's voice, and her lips turned upwards. "Sabra," Nikare responded warmly as she turned to greet her fierce sister, rising from her seat with well-practiced grace and confidence.

She embraced Sabra without hesitation, counting herself lucky to be among those who could receive such a thing from a woman whose reputation would cast her as little more than an extension of her blade. When their embrace concluded, Nikare motioned to the stone bench she had recently vacated, inviting Sabra to sit with her as they spoke.

"You have heard the truth," she confirmed, knowing that little went on, particularly concerning the royal family, that Sabra did not hear about, and since the matter had been decided weeks ago, there was little chance Sabra had not thoroughly investigated the facts of the trip already. "I go as the voice of the Per-aa himself," Nikare spoke with pride about this aspect of her mission, "to the Concords in Eldur... a celebration of peace and a chance for cooperation between all kingdoms and countries."

It was a lofty goal, and with Sabra, she did not need to bother to hide the doubt she felt about its chances of long-term success. Peace was a fickle thing, and cooperation liked best to walk between manipulation and coercion. "Perhaps it will not be that - but I believe I can find new and stronger alliances there."


posted on Aug 21 2017, 05:24 PM, permalink
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sabra khesenf
KHEPER-AI, currently at THIBIA, 34 years old, played by , shipper , dev
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What are you afraid of? I know that you are, keep it in your sights now and don't let it go far
"I see."

The affairs of foreign policy mattered little to Sabra as a whole. Eldur? Volubisia? Baizheng? Each of them seemed so small in comparison to what laid at stake in the capital. Potential allies? Yes. Potential resources and trade? Yes and beneficial. Yet many were considerably uninvolved with Thibia, and many of them leagues away to offer Sabra any peace of mind. Alas, it was the bidding of her father to send Nikare away from her home, to learn of the world beyond Thibia. It was a fortunate thing that Nikare was sent above all others; she had a delicacy that would prove useful in negotiation, unlike Sabra, that was the living embodiment of their family motto; To Ever Conquer and these strange lands seemed only a stepping stone in achieving the legacy and destiny of the Khesenf family.

The hug was appreciated; she did not often extend such courtesy and warmth, but she particularly enjoyed Nikare's comfort at the best of times. Wiser and much fairer than Sabra could ever hope to be, a great contrast, of the Conqueror and the Pious. As their hug ended, Sabra took a parting step, gesturing a hand outwards, towards the winding paths of the gardens. "Shall we walk?" It was less a command but a request, yet, Sabra was already off in her travels. "Father was wise to pick you among the delegation. Perhaps for the better." She spoke quietly as she pressed forward, hands brought to her back as she clutched them together, at ease.

"The Per-aa's health continues to decline, I do not know if you will return to Thibia as it once were, under his rule." The truth of the matter was at hand; the Per-aa had maintained peace and stability, inside the boarders of his kingdom and beyond, the least warlike of his family and ancestors, peace had allowed Thibia to grow stable yet not stronger, not in the eyes of Sabra. "This place is quickly turning into a nest of vipers, even the mention of his fading health has brought fangs to bear and plots to unravel." Sabra did not see Nikare as a contender to the throne; it was beyond either of them, for it was her fathers' trusted council that decided the fate of the throne, something that irked Sabra. None of them would choose a woman ruler; it was a role destined for men of the dynasty, though, with allies such as Nikare, it could change.

Taking a moment to stop, she gazed upon the rare desert rose, yellow in its petals, with a blood red stem, adorned with the sharpest thorns. "Stronger alliances would be beneficial, to one that will claim the throne after father passes." She often spoke of the Per-aa outside of his title; he was her father first, and Per-aa second. "Or will help one secure it." Depending if one would choose to object against the wishes of the Council; a dangerous and unprecendented move, and much against the ways of the Thibian people. With a gentle stroke of the desert roses' petals, she brought her thumb to brush against one of the many, rigid thorns, drawing blood.

"We are roses Nikare, beautiful, many would desire to pluck us, plant us in places where they believe we would be best suited. Alas, they often forget the thorns that accompany us, a single prick and blood will be shed. I do not intend to be plucked. I intend to blossom." It was her own, quiet call of war against those that would deny her, and she would shed blood to see her desires blossom into reality and fact.

"I would like a small group of my Tennerai to accompany you to Eldur. Fathers' passing will put many of us at risk, especially with the bitch that sits beside him, ever whispering her desires into his ears and those of the Council." There was little else to be said about the woman that desired to see her son sat upon the throne, a day that Sabra would never allow see happen. "I can only imagine how far her influence extends, what birds whisper to her, and what webs she spins. Eldur may not be safe for you, as it will not be safe for you here. I hope the ocean that parts us will.. spare you, from the unpleasantries, that are sure to arise." All of her siblings, Anebos and Nikare proved the least of her concern, they had indeed, chosen to walk different paths. Despite this, she did not choose to snub them and push them aside, no, they were a strength with-in themselves, a conqeuror could only achieve so much, she needed her own council and she was making it with very moment she spoke to them, spent time with them.


posted on Aug 28 2017, 06:13 AM, permalink
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Nikare Khesenf
princess & priestess, currently at ankhais, 24 years old, played by ani, shipper , dev
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Nikare acquiesced to Sabra's request; she was happy to walk with her sister, though she wondered briefly if Sabra was ever truly still. It seemed she was constantly on the move - always heading toward something or someone, rather than away.

"Father was wise to pick you among the delegation."

Nikare felt pride at these words, but pride was quickly replaced by something else: the gnawing fear of the unknown future that lay before them, before the Khesenf dynasty, before the whole of Thibia. Sabra walked with her hands clasped behind her, but Nikare walked with her hands clasped in front of her, comforted by her sister's presence but perhaps not by the conversation they needed to have.

Her father was dying. Whatever had been eating away at him for what seemed a very long time was now prepared to finish its work. And it was not a secret anymore, so Nikare could not pretend to ignore it. It had grown now into a certain truth, and so that was how they needed to speak of it. That she might return to Thibia from her journeys abroad to find her father deceased had not crossed her mind - and to have Sabra speak of it so frankly now might have brought her to tears if she were not so well-versed in composure. Instead, she took a deep and steady breath, nodding, because Sabra presented only a glimpse of a probable future.

Nikare trusted in her sister's brilliance and counsel, and so she did not hurry to interrupt Sabra as she spoke; while she was wise in the ways of religion and diplomacy, Sabra outmatched nearly any other in the ways of war - and Nikare felt in her bones that war would come to Thibia after their father's death.

Who would wage war - and who would not wage war for the throne? Achoris stood, treacherous and demanding, at their father's side - while the remaining Hemet-ai stood ready to manipulate the throne away from her and Siamun. And then there was Sabra. If Sabra had been born a son, she would be the doubtless choice to take over for their father. And yet...

Would Sabra seek the throne anyway? Her desire to rule was likely unquestionable, and her words seemed to indicate intent. Could it be done? With the right support, with the right maneuvering... perhaps.

Yet Nikare may well be far from the palace when it all transpired - and on her father's orders. Did he, too, hope to protect her from the danger poised to grip the palace?

Danger could cross borders and oceans, and with the... trouble Eldur recently suffered, it did not surprise Nikare that Sabra wished to ensure her safety during her travels.

They were still paused by the desert rose, and Nikare extended a hand - to the petals, not the thorns as Sabra had done. Her sister would ever be the bolder one. Her sister had given her much to think about, but there was much to be said now.

"To have even a few Tennerai by my side would certainly dissuade any fool who thought to cause me harm," Nikare responded, accepting the offer if there had been any concern that she may refuse. "I have never felt unsafe in Ankhais, in the palace, in the temples... to think that I may return to a country in upheaval brings a great weight to my heart."

She shifted her gaze from the bloom to her sister, her expression and tone carrying equal earnest. "I admit that I am not ready for what may come when father passes -" When, not if, and she said it without her voice breaking. "- but a snake's venom can be drawn from the bite, and the snake itself can be cleaved in two. And a falcon," she added firmly, "will eat the snake every time."

Nikare nodded then, thoughtfully, and turned to continue their walk; but she was not yet done sharing her own advice on what lay before them. "Whatever transpires while I am away, I urge you to think of my mother as an extension of myself. What you might have entrusted to me, what you might have asked of me - know that my mother is, as I am, your ally."


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