Nakhtmin patrolled. It was dark, and somewhat chilly, but this did not deter him! Night was the time for hunters to be about, and ambushes to be plotted. But none of ill intent or any other intent would swim ashore without his knowing!
In the distance Osiris looked much like any other lion, and it gave the oryx stiff-necked pause before he recognized the stark pearlness of mane with revealed this lounging cat to be friend.
Shaking off the disappointment that he would not see battle, Nakhtmin approached with easy grace on wide, sand-surfing hooves.
Hmm, here I thought to banish an intruder! But it seems the only vanquished tonight will lay at your feet, instead.
He chuckled, brushing some little bones aside.
Did they give you good sport at least, my friend?
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


