Thread: The guardians longing...

Deep within the endless sea of sand that makes up Egypt the Maket empire flourished along the life giving Nile river and under stern rule of an empress of well known power. At it's peak of wealth and dominion the capital city lay sleeping as the cool night gave way after another blistering day of unrelenting heat. Even in this calm state the city missed the presence of their vagrant empress who was once more on a pilgrimage to further the reach of her empire. But one soul missed her presence more deeply and sullenly than anyone else in the city, which was understandable since he was her personal guardian. To Lox it was as unnatural to be away from her as it would for him to live underneath the sea, but he could not demand of his mistress to take him along everywhere she went no matter how much he wanted to be with her. Stalking the palace grounds as he endlessly would when she was away the servants and even those of higher power gave him a wide berth, as it was very unhealthy and dangerous for anyone to approach a denizen of Anubis in such a dark mood. In some realms Lox would be referred to as a werewolf, and while he was capable of taking on a human the moon was full this night and being human was out of the question. While his memory didn't extend past his service to the empress it was said he was found half dead and still vicious in the desert heat, and since killing an obvious creature of Anubis would doom the city the empress's ability to pacify him was seen as a blessing from the god of death. Regardless of weather or not he really was destined to be a guardian didn't matter in the least as far as he was concerned. All he knew was that his mistress was away, and he wanted her back. Badly. With his lady away it was hard for Lox to function properly considering his entire life revolved around protecting her, but that was not the only case when the moon was full. Like most of his kind he tended to be far more... frisky with the moon waxing, and almost uncontrollably horny when it was at it's peak. It was true that given his position and considered a denizen of Anubis he could have his pick of servant girls and even women within the city but none of them could compare to the mistress he served. Growling low and agitatedly Lox inadvertently sent a group of scholars and servants scurrying away as he circled the entirety of the palace again, slowly going mad as his instincts drove him on in awaiting for his master's return. The Empress was known far and wide for her beauty and magnificence but he sorely believed she left him behind so often and flaunted her self around to drive him wild. It was hard enough as a human not to examine every single curve she presented but as a werewolf it was nearly impossible not to pounce her. Worse yet she was supposed to be back at the palace any minuet now which was both a blessing and a curse for him. The wind was blowing in the direction of the palace entrance and with him in this form he would go streaking towards her the moment he caught her scent but dammit if he couldn't get the other thoughts about what he could do with her out of his head! Even leaning forward and stalking about he was an imposing sight standing at six feet five inches, that and wearing leather that was dyed the same midnight black as his fur more than a few people changed direction or blatantly ran away at the sight of him. He was heavily built, and known throughout the city and the army to be a deadly fighter that was doubly so when the Empress was away for any given length of time. All he could think about at the moment was her tantalizing scent that made his fur stand on end and how very soft and smooth she looked after the servants bathed and oiled her during the day and at night. Oblivious to the fact that he was still growling viciously Lox couldn't shake the dreadful regret of never touching her in a lover's manner, even if it would be a huge taboo. Though he couldn't be blamed solely for such urges considering it seemed to amuse the empress hugely to tempt and entice even if she wasn't doing it willingly. Gods! Even the way she walked was enough to excite any man but he was sorely tested not to show her such urges to deny her of any enjoyment she might have at his discomfort. Choosing to stalk near the palace entrance he would have to catch himself the moment he caught her scent to keep from being seen so impatiently waiting for her even if basically every one in the palace knew he was markedly more dangerous and sullen when she was away. Where in the hell was his mistress at!