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Post by isis on Dec 18, 2009 0:17:27 GMT -5
((Seriously PRIVATE rp! Only those invited can come!!))
The Ruins were silent, a soft snow fall fluttering through the gray skies. The silences was suddenly broken by the soft crunch of snow as light footsteps sought out the Ruins. The woman who the foot prints belong to was near 6 feet in height, wearing a long simple white dress that fell around her in cascades of silk. There were no sleeves, the top wrapping around her neck. The only color to the dress was gold decorations that would make anyone think 'Egyptian'. A black fur poncho of sorts wrapped tightly around her shoulders, a hood resting over her hair line. The brilliant gray gaze of Isis scanned the bare trees for any signs of life, not allowing any to sneak up on her. As she walked and searched her lips parted, her soft, yet icy voice floating through the cold air like the snow itself.
"My one, the sister without peer,
The handsomest of all!
She looks like the rising morning star
At the start of a happy year.
Shining bright, fair of skin,
Lovely the look of her eyes,
Sweet the speech of her lips,
She has not a word too much."
No one but the ears of those who spoke and understood Ancient Egyptian would understand this beautiful song, but only those that knew the ancient ways would know that song. A song sung by the children of Ancient Egypt...
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Post by apocalypse on Dec 18, 2009 0:46:49 GMT -5
That song.
::a voice came from inside the ruins, followed by the stomping of metallic footsteps as he walked from the entrance to the cave. He looked around to see who was singing the song, then his eyes fell upon a woman that looked close to egyptian. He walked up tho her with a curious look in his eyes::
How do you know that song, girl?
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Post by isis on Dec 18, 2009 0:57:59 GMT -5
Isis stopped when she heard heavy footsteps leave the ruins, followed by the voice that would only belong to Apocalypse. She turned to face him, her movements so fluid they seemed to be like water. In a moments silence she bowed her head, brushing her dress outward with her hands, before standing tall once more. Though he responded in english, she spoke in the ancient language.
"I know many of the ancient songs. They were passed down through my family, as were many of the old customs."
Isis paused for a moment, before speaking once more.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Isis. The only surname I carry is Hatshepsut, the name of my great ancestor."
Isis wasn't sure if he would recognize the name Hatshepsut, other then it being a woman's name. But when Isis's family had been nomads, their last nomadic woman's name had been Hatshepsut, who, like Isis and her sister, had been near unmatchable in beauty.
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Post by apocalypse on Dec 18, 2009 1:37:52 GMT -5
::his eyes widened when she mentioned the name of her family. He took a few steps towards her and looked down, noticing how her looks resembled that of the nomadic family. Unmatched by beauty and grace, and the knowledge of the egyptian language was more than enough to make him realise that she's part of a long dead tribe. At least as dead as he thought they were::
Tell me. How is it that members of the nomads still live?
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Post by isis on Dec 18, 2009 1:47:25 GMT -5
"My family is the last of the line. My great ancestor, Hatshepsut, was taken by those who attacked and slaughtered her tribe, and forced into slavery. She then raised her own child in the ways of the Tribe, and he his children, all the way to my sister and I. My family has been searching for you since Hatshepsut, but it was my sister and I who felt your awaken and have searched since then, En Sabah Nur, Conqueror in the Prophecies."
When Isis spoke the name the tribe had given him her voice only had the deepest of respect, as did her expression. She was obviously very knowledgeable in the ways of the tribe.
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Post by amneris on Dec 18, 2009 2:40:53 GMT -5
En Sabah Nur... Amneris walked slowly up, dressed in a lavender dress that covered her entire body, except her top. She wore her usual gold collar around her neck that also spoke of Egyptian descent. A white fur covered her shoulders and a large, furry hood covered most of her glossy black hair, her gold dangle earrings jingled when she moved. Amneris came to stand by her sister, as if two goddesses came to Earth as her silver gaze met Apocalypse, the being she and Isis had long been searching for.
My sister speaks the truth. I have felt your awakening also and we have searched long and wide to serve you, En Sabah Nur of the Prophecies. Amneris's voice held the deepest respect when she spoke Apocalypse's true name from long past.
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Post by apocalypse on Dec 19, 2009 1:53:50 GMT -5
That name...
::he couldn't help but remember the times of ancient egypt, where he fought alongside Baal against their enemies. The fall of the tribe had left him cold and alone, fighting on his own to survive, only soon after gaining the power he needed to claim himself as Apocalypse. He couldn't help the connection between him and the two infront of him. His tribe...his family had returned to him::
Tell me...are you all that is left?
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Post by isis on Dec 19, 2009 2:28:38 GMT -5
Isis didn't respond for a moment, as if nervous to speak, before slowly nodding her head.
"Yes... We are all that is left. Our Grandparents died many, many years ago, our parents only a short while ago. We had no other family."
Isis didn't like having to admit the fact to Apocalypse. Just as it may distress him knowing only two were left, it distressed Isis very much. Her only family stood beside and in front of her. Suddenly Isis blinked, realizing something.
"My sister did not introduce herself. She is Amneris, the younger of us."
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Post by amneris on Dec 19, 2009 14:20:57 GMT -5
I'm sorry. Yes, I am Amneris. Amneris then looked at her sister, feeling her hesitation in admitting that they were the only ones left. But she smiled, trying to reassure her that she was there and that they had finally found the one they were searching for. Amneris then turned her silver eyes towards Apocalypse.
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Post by apocalypse on Dec 19, 2009 15:15:56 GMT -5
::his heart sank a little when he heard that they were the only ones left of the tribe, of his family. He knew that he had to make sure that the last of their line didn't fade away as easily as the rest of the tribe did. It's true he had changed over the years, even his long forgotten name was just a page in history::
How did you survive these years without destruction?
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Post by amneris on Dec 19, 2009 15:38:55 GMT -5
Our family has spent generations in slavery, until it was banned not too long ago. Afterward, our mutations have helped us to survive in this world. Amneris slowly pulled off her white hood and the white snow slowly drifted into her glossy, raven-colored hair.
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Post by apocalypse on Dec 20, 2009 11:32:59 GMT -5
::the thought of his family being trapped in slavery angered him. Yes times have changed and slavery was no longer legal, but the thought still angered him. But all that faded quickly when he realised that he now had the last remaining members of his family with him again::
Now that you have come to this island, I welcome you. My home, is now yours as well
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Post by isis on Dec 30, 2009 22:48:42 GMT -5
Isis took a slow step forward, standing a little taller, an 'almost' smile touching her lips, though she wasn't exactly one you would expect to smile fully. Finally she switched to using the same language he spoke, if only to make things easier and not having to mentally translate everything into the same language.
"We are honored you will let us stay. And hope you will let us earn our keep as well. We may not be as useful in combat as other mutants, but we do excel in other fields."
Slowly she grinned, a sudden feline look coming about her, her teeth sharpening before their eyes, her eyes narrowing and turning golden yellow, slits for pupils. It only lasted a moment before Isis's face returned to normal.
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Post by apocalypse on Jan 13, 2010 2:44:23 GMT -5
::he was curious at her words until he saw her face turning more feline than human, then changing back to human state. He smirked a little, wondering what powers these two girls hold within themselves::
Please, make yourselves at home, you may choose whichever room you like inside
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