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Lithe paws dived out of mountains of fine sand effortlessly, carrying the prince in a beat of haste. Some compared his speed to the most vicious winds of Shu, for the quickest sand storms have failed to catch him. Others thought he had a hidden pair of wings at his shoulders, gliding him over tricky dunes and uneven rocks. Truthfully, those compliments flattered the cheetah, but were ultimately false. Regardless of his new rank, which was more or less stationary, Ahat never stopped running. As much as it was keeping his form fit, it was also keeping his mind anchored.

He believed for awhile, after he lost consciousness, that his encounter with the malevolent spirit was his last. He wasn't spared the truth for long, for the parasite within still attempted to mock him. It stayed safe within the prince's kha, avoiding the fate that would befall the rest of the spirits in Egypt. The taunts were calibrated only to keep the cheetah's self esteem low, but never low enough that would mean the loss of them both. Those were the terms it had to accept, until Ahat had enough.

'You will never succeed.' Its distorted voice echoed within Ahat's mind.

'Maybe.' The lean feline retorted with his thoughts, continuing his sprint away from the sand storm. He was carrying items the seers from the neighboring prides sent to the Medjay, in hopes of crafting efficient spirit houses. But it was the crafters that were left with the most important job; making them into something more than wood, bones and leather. So far, the houses have only caught lesser spirits, with those truly harmful ones still plaguing the land.

'We are of far superior intellect than you.' It pushed.

'I know.' Ahat found himself at the peak of a dune, abruptly sitting on his heels to glide down.

'We'd never fall for your absurd trinkets.' It hissed, displeased with the lack of Prince's deterrence.

'I know that too.' The white cheetah reached the bottom of the sand mountain in great velocity. To compensate, his body rolled upon impact before he found himself on his feet again, marching on. 'That's why you're going to help us eliminate them.'

The spirit cackled loudly, refusing to waste another word on this buffoon.

'Or do you prefer to be delivered to the seers? We aren't too far away from Ibis.' The cheetah purred to himself, unable to contain a smirk from surfacing. He felt a cold settle within him; the spirit was quiet, but uneasy.

'You are bluffing. They are too incompetent to find me.' It hissed.

'Would you bet your existence on that?' Ahat retorted momentarily without a smidge of doubt, silencing the entity from within. 'Would you really take the risk to save your insignificant kind?' He was doubtless because he refused to think of any flaws the seers had, and merciless in his words, ergo leaving the spirit without the means to taunt back.

A high pitched, distorted trill rang loudly in his head, so much that his ears pinned back in vain and his body halted, sitting down at another dune peak. When it stopped, a long lasting silence ensued. Ahat stood quiet for awhile, listening for any thoughts in his head that weren't his. Surprisingly, there have been none. He coerced it into submission.

"I have never been the vengeful type, but..." Ahat spoke into the seemingly empty space. "... I will enjoy the shit out of making you do my bidding."

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Not my best piece and not my best writing, but it's sufficient for what I wanted to do for this assignment.

tl;dr - ahat's going to use the parasitic spirit to help him craft efficient spirit houses or ahat is going to expose him to the seers.

with the spirit's safety within the prince being its only way of avoiding impending expulsion, it would not take the gamble and gave ahat instructions how to assemble spirit houses for already known, more malevolent spirits in the form of new ideas that popped up as seemingly Ahat's own.
Whether those instructions were better than what a crafter would usually do, or not, only altered to fool the prince and leave everything as it was... well, i leave that up to your interpretation.

+? drachma.

[c] jacecaelum

Description
Lithe paws dived out of mountains of fine sand effortlessly, carrying the prince in a beat of haste. Some compared his speed to the most vicious winds of Shu, for the quickest sand storms have failed to catch him. Others thought he had a hidden pair of wings at his shoulders, gliding him over tricky dunes and uneven rocks. Truthfully, those compliments flattered the cheetah, but were ultimately false. Regardless of his new rank, which was more or less stationary, Ahat never stopped running. As much as it was keeping his form fit, it was also keeping his mind anchored.

He believed for awhile, after he lost consciousness, that his encounter with the malevolent spirit was his last. He wasn't spared the truth for long, for the parasite within still attempted to mock him. It stayed safe within the prince's kha, avoiding the fate that would befall the rest of the spirits in Egypt. The taunts were calibrated only to keep the cheetah's self esteem low, but never low enough that would mean the loss of them both. Those were the terms it had to accept, until Ahat had enough.

'You will never succeed.' Its distorted voice echoed within Ahat's mind.

'Maybe.' The lean feline retorted with his thoughts, continuing his sprint away from the sand storm. He was carrying items the seers from the neighboring prides sent to the Medjay, in hopes of crafting efficient spirit houses. But it was the crafters that were left with the most important job; making them into something more than wood, bones and leather. So far, the houses have only caught lesser spirits, with those truly harmful ones still plaguing the land.

'We are of far superior intellect than you.' It pushed.

'I know.' Ahat found himself at the peak of a dune, abruptly sitting on his heels to glide down.

'We'd never fall for your absurd trinkets.' It hissed, displeased with the lack of Prince's deterrence.

'I know that too.' The white cheetah reached the bottom of the sand mountain in great velocity. To compensate, his body rolled upon impact before he found himself on his feet again, marching on. 'That's why you're going to help us eliminate them.'

The spirit cackled loudly, refusing to waste another word on this buffoon.

'Or do you prefer to be delivered to the seers? We aren't too far away from Ibis.' The cheetah purred to himself, unable to contain a smirk from surfacing. He felt a cold settle within him; the spirit was quiet, but uneasy.

'You are bluffing. They are too incompetent to find me.' It hissed.

'Would you bet your existence on that?' Ahat retorted momentarily without a smidge of doubt, silencing the entity from within. 'Would you really take the risk to save your insignificant kind?' He was doubtless because he refused to think of any flaws the seers had, and merciless in his words, ergo leaving the spirit without the means to taunt back.

A high pitched, distorted trill rang loudly in his head, so much that his ears pinned back in vain and his body halted, sitting down at another dune peak. When it stopped, a long lasting silence ensued. Ahat stood quiet for awhile, listening for any thoughts in his head that weren't his. Surprisingly, there have been none. He coerced it into submission.

"I have never been the vengeful type, but..." Ahat spoke into the seemingly empty space. "... I will enjoy the shit out of making you do my bidding."

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Not my best piece and not my best writing, but it's sufficient for what I wanted to do for this assignment.

tl;dr - ahat's going to use the parasitic spirit to help him craft efficient spirit houses or ahat is going to expose him to the seers.

with the spirit's safety within the prince being its only way of avoiding impending expulsion, it would not take the gamble and gave ahat instructions how to assemble spirit houses for already known, more malevolent spirits in the form of new ideas that popped up as seemingly Ahat's own.
Whether those instructions were better than what a crafter would usually do, or not, only altered to fool the prince and leave everything as it was... well, i leave that up to your interpretation.

+? drachma.

[c] jacecaelum