Drakkwall
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Flowing through the desert sand comes the wind, it caress my scales with a cleaning touch, using the sand like a sandpaper, scrubbing my body clean off dirt and parasites. I am Zarak Zertemp, a native of the African deserts, a king cobra, direct descended from the ancient pharaoh Zarth Blackfang, and I am a guide of these desert lands for tourists, treasure hunters, adventurers, caravans and travelers. Today I am waiting for a special costumer, a famous woman who has earned the title Tomb Raider for her discoveries among the ancient ruins of the world, Laura Pawfoot.
I enter the air port of the desert, the war between the Alliance and the Axis was raging in the northern lands, thus makes it hard for people to travel out and in of other countries without military support. And yet this woman has come in search of ancient treasures in the Tomb of Zarth Blackfang, my ancestor. I am honored to be able to meet this woman, and that she has decided to take time in searching my ancestor's tomb, as a guide, as a native of the desert and as one of royal blood do I pride myself on my blood's history. And for the famous treasure huntress Laura Pawfoot to find my ancestry worthy as a target for her treasure hunting, bringing my ancestor's belongings to the museums of the world for all to see and learn of my blood's past.
Dressed in my regular garments, the ancient white warrior garments of the Egyptian soldier serving the pharaoh, only mine is colored black. A big backpack on my back and a pair of scimitars in my belt, all desert travelers were armed at least with a dagger with all the dangers out there. I am around seven feet and five inches in height, my body is athletic but leans more towards speed then brute strength, and my green eyes, which is rare among all kinds of snakes, are something the women seems to find very exotic for some reason, why I will probably never know.
The small plane Miss Pawfoot would come with was descending, a big brown propeller nosed plane with about twenty passengers if I am not correct. Moving out onto the sandy landing field I see the professors of the Congress of World History, those who paid Pawfoot for the relics she returned with. They had been the ones to offer me this job to guide Miss Pawfoot to my ancestor's tomb deep in the desert lands and help her gather information, retrieve sample items and then mark the tomb with a radio transmitter so they could retrieve the rest of the items.
Moving over to the group I see the plane stopping in front of them and out from it comes the regular tourists, though some Europeans among them looked suspicious to me, the cold and insane glint i their eyes made my hood want to flare out in agitation. Once the passengers moved out one last person exited the plane and I felt my tail rattle in excitement and my eyes widened as I saw the beautiful woman who was Laura Pawfoot step out of the plane. A beautiful blond furred collie, dressed in tight brown jeans showing off her fine ass and tail, white top hugging her big mounds like a second skin, not showing if she's wearing a bra or not, brown vest and small backpack.
The leader of the group of congressmen walked over to the beautiful woman and welcomed her, but I couldn't stop staring at her, she was just so beautiful, far more then what you'd see in newspapers or magazines. I shake my head clear and look at the congressman as he speak to her and walk over to me and points at me with a open palm. "This young man here is Zarak Zertemp, the descendant of Zarth Blackfang, the thirty-fifth pharaoh of Egypt. He's a guide of these deserts, a survivor and an excellent hunter from what I've heard, he will be your guide to the Tomb of Zarth. From Mister Zarak's information will it take three days to reach the tomb on a jeep, five on camel and eight on foot. He's also the one who gave us permission to search his ancestor's tomb for information and relics of the ancient times of Egypt."
Nodding in confirmation I walk forward and raise a hand to the beautiful woman, keeping myself from shaking with excitement and speak to her in my deep, exotic and dark Egyptian accent. "It's an honor to meet you Miss Pawfoot, I am Zarak Zertemp, you may call me Zarak or Zar if you wish to. I am honored to have you find my ancestor's Tomb to be a worthy project for the progress of gathering information of the past of my homeland."
(OOC: PM interest. Along with a Example Post.
Appearance of Zarak: http://fc28.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/264/4/5/4587907968e1b149.jpg
Appearance of Laura: http://fc93.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/255/d/7/Krillos___Lassie_by_eltonpot.jpg )
I enter the air port of the desert, the war between the Alliance and the Axis was raging in the northern lands, thus makes it hard for people to travel out and in of other countries without military support. And yet this woman has come in search of ancient treasures in the Tomb of Zarth Blackfang, my ancestor. I am honored to be able to meet this woman, and that she has decided to take time in searching my ancestor's tomb, as a guide, as a native of the desert and as one of royal blood do I pride myself on my blood's history. And for the famous treasure huntress Laura Pawfoot to find my ancestry worthy as a target for her treasure hunting, bringing my ancestor's belongings to the museums of the world for all to see and learn of my blood's past.
Dressed in my regular garments, the ancient white warrior garments of the Egyptian soldier serving the pharaoh, only mine is colored black. A big backpack on my back and a pair of scimitars in my belt, all desert travelers were armed at least with a dagger with all the dangers out there. I am around seven feet and five inches in height, my body is athletic but leans more towards speed then brute strength, and my green eyes, which is rare among all kinds of snakes, are something the women seems to find very exotic for some reason, why I will probably never know.
The small plane Miss Pawfoot would come with was descending, a big brown propeller nosed plane with about twenty passengers if I am not correct. Moving out onto the sandy landing field I see the professors of the Congress of World History, those who paid Pawfoot for the relics she returned with. They had been the ones to offer me this job to guide Miss Pawfoot to my ancestor's tomb deep in the desert lands and help her gather information, retrieve sample items and then mark the tomb with a radio transmitter so they could retrieve the rest of the items.
Moving over to the group I see the plane stopping in front of them and out from it comes the regular tourists, though some Europeans among them looked suspicious to me, the cold and insane glint i their eyes made my hood want to flare out in agitation. Once the passengers moved out one last person exited the plane and I felt my tail rattle in excitement and my eyes widened as I saw the beautiful woman who was Laura Pawfoot step out of the plane. A beautiful blond furred collie, dressed in tight brown jeans showing off her fine ass and tail, white top hugging her big mounds like a second skin, not showing if she's wearing a bra or not, brown vest and small backpack.
The leader of the group of congressmen walked over to the beautiful woman and welcomed her, but I couldn't stop staring at her, she was just so beautiful, far more then what you'd see in newspapers or magazines. I shake my head clear and look at the congressman as he speak to her and walk over to me and points at me with a open palm. "This young man here is Zarak Zertemp, the descendant of Zarth Blackfang, the thirty-fifth pharaoh of Egypt. He's a guide of these deserts, a survivor and an excellent hunter from what I've heard, he will be your guide to the Tomb of Zarth. From Mister Zarak's information will it take three days to reach the tomb on a jeep, five on camel and eight on foot. He's also the one who gave us permission to search his ancestor's tomb for information and relics of the ancient times of Egypt."
Nodding in confirmation I walk forward and raise a hand to the beautiful woman, keeping myself from shaking with excitement and speak to her in my deep, exotic and dark Egyptian accent. "It's an honor to meet you Miss Pawfoot, I am Zarak Zertemp, you may call me Zarak or Zar if you wish to. I am honored to have you find my ancestor's Tomb to be a worthy project for the progress of gathering information of the past of my homeland."
(OOC: PM interest. Along with a Example Post.
Appearance of Zarak: http://fc28.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/264/4/5/4587907968e1b149.jpg
Appearance of Laura: http://fc93.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/255/d/7/Krillos___Lassie_by_eltonpot.jpg )
