Imo and Isis

Imo- The sun shone down on the desert empire of the southern expanse, it was a time of prosperity for the pharaoh and his people. The rivers flowed, no one wanted greatly for resources and altogether things were good. In the huge palace that lay at the center of the capital city, the pharaoh sat upon his throne in the massive throne room, advisors and other such peoples at his side. The empire was a mix of Anthro's, humans and mixes in between so there was quite the colourful scene of guards and other such individuals. Today was an auspicious day, the empire's detachment of Sychte warriors were returning from a long journey to the east. They were the pharaoh's most elite soldier's and he was eager to see how they had fared. Sat on a pillow to the right of the godking as he was known was Imotekh, Grand High Mortician to the empire who was here mostly as a formality. Awaiting the arrival of the warriors so that they could be welcomed home.

Isis- Tired and weary Isis along with what was left of them, which was about 70% came marching back to their home. Many months and weeks of fighting to finally push back those that had threatened to take over their pharaoh's kingdom. Men and women alike moving through the sands and to the beat of the welcoming procession as they started to enter into the outskirts of the vast city. Cries and screams, cheers of their return. Husbands and wives rushing to their loved ones happy to see them. Some of them even crying when they spy their loved ones not there. Isis wasn't the commander but she was the highest ranking one left. Turning to the others she nodded and chose two to accompany her to the palace. "Come it is time to speak with the Pharaoh." Leaving the others to spend a little time with those that came to greet them, all of them would join in soon for the returning festivities, Isis, and her two guards made their way through the streets and up the steps of the large home of the ruler. +
Each step carrying her and the two deeper into the chamber. Finally, she stopped before Imotekh and their god. Kneeling, the scythe she carried laying on the floor next to her and she kept her head bowed. The two following suite and none of them would look up unless told to. "We have returned my Pharoah. With some losses but most certainly victorious in your name."

Imo- Seeing his warriors enter his throne room, he stood up from his seat as they made the long walk to bow in front of him. Smiling softly, he raised his hands out to his side. "My great warriors, you have returned bringing glory to me. You will be honoured for this!" He laughed happily as he looked down upon them. However he saw they had cuts, scrapes and were dust covered from months in the desert. It was no state for his prized fighters to be in, he looked to Imotekh and made a gesture to him. "Mortician, attend to the warriors. I will not have them subject to scorpion stings and fever while in my palace." The jackal nodded and stood himself up, descending the steps from the raised area to approach the warriors. "Imotekh is my greatest Mortician, you will be well in his company." The pharoah nodded. Imotekh looked down at the warriors and gestured for them to follow, wearing traditional robes that started at his waist and went down to his ankle. +
He was truly a member of the palace elit just by the look of him. He lead them through the palace toward a large wing that was under his command in a way, as he entered he clicked his fingers and some other morticians came over to take the two companions to attend to them. Imotekh would deal with the leader of the warriors as she now stood. He gestured to a nearby table of stone for her to sit up on it while he went to get some instruments.

Isis- Nodding her thanks to the Pharaoh. Following behind Imotekh after picking up her weapon, the two would branch off and go with the attendants. Isis herself once shown to the table placed the scythe beside it and slipped up onto the stone's surface. Sitting there her head moving back and forth taking in the room. It had been some time since she was actually in the palace, it seemed almost a life time since they had set out on their campaign. She probably was the worst of the bunch, having made sure to get in the thick of it all and try and keep her fellows mostly from harm. Cuts and slashes, long since sealed shut by the sands and blood that had clotted there. She did have a bit of a fever but that was to be expected with the poor quality of medical treatment. But it kept her a live none the less. She wasn't an ordinary being either, the blood that ran through her veins was one of Anubis himself, as she was the product of a need he had to fix. Though many didn't know this and +
Isis did not like speaking of it. Didn't want to be treated any different. She didn't want to be seen as special and just wanted to be normal. Bites from all manner of insects could be seen too, but all of her injuries didn't seem to bother the female. She was used to such and there for ignored it.

Imo-Imotekh returned, carrying a tray with him that he placed at her side. On it were various tools, including a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Looking at her for a moment, he glanced over her scarred form for a while before dipping the cloth into the water. "I need to wash you over body to clear out any dirt, please remain still." He asked, his voice deep and commanding. Ringing the cloth out of excess water, he put it to her shoulder and ran it down her arm slowly. The dirt and sand rubbed away as he did so, revealing her perfect skin beneath as he did so. He kept quiet as he went about cleaning her down, working on one arm before moving to the other. "I will need you to remove your clothes soon, I must inspect all of you to ensure there are no hidden cuts or scars." He commented. He did not seem like other males who leered and were eager to simple see her naked, he was doing his duty as she had been doing for months.

Isis- She really didn't care if he saw her naked or not. It wasn't like her whole regiment hadn't seen her when they stopped for bathing. Staying silent, though eyes narrowed at the commanding voice, she would have complied either way. When he would allow her to stand, Isis hooked her fingers through the straps and pulled them off, the only tiny strip holding and keeping her large chest in place. Pushing down the little garment over her hips, catching her bottoms as she went. Over thighs and the leggings were pushed down also till everything was pooled at her feet. Stepping from them and placing them on the edge of the slab, the female stood there, still silent and not moving so he could go about his work. The water was soothing and a small grateful sigh left her lips. Moving when he motioned for her to and letting him get to the places that needed attention most. She had a really nasty almost gaping wound on the inside of her thigh due to taking a blow from a scimitar there. When +
he got close to clean it, the only sign of discomfort was the smallest of winces.

Imo- He ran the cloth down her supple thigh, stopping when he noticed the open cut, frowning as he spotted it. Moving back to the bole, he rang out some of the dirt and sand and went up to her chest. Sliding the cloth over her breasts, he sighed ever so slightly as this part of the work was a little tedious. He could help but find her attractive but that was the last thing on his mind right now. After a few minutes of rather intimate cleaning, she was free of dirt and muck, her skin shining softly in the light of the room. "Many of your wounds healed themselves quite well, you have strong blood. However some need cleaning out more firmly, I must close the wound on your thigh." He commented as he took one of his needles and some thread. "This will sting." He commented as he knelt down and rubbed some alcoholic disinfectant on her wound before sliding the needle through her flesh without much hesitation.

Isis- Was it hard for her to ignore the manipulation of his hand over her breasts and body? Very much so, but they were both beings with needs, but also with control. Giving a slight sigh of relief when he was finally done, all Isis could do was nod. She didn't need to speak. Sitting back on the stone table, parting her thighs so he could get between them, she gave a sharp intake of breath as the disinfectant was applied. The pinching of her skin and the feel of that needle as it passed through, she wasn't strong by any means when it came to pain, just learned to ignore it a lot. Looking down and watching him, Isis was a bit curious. He wasn't like the others. And that made her a bit interested all the same.

Imo- He stitched the wound up quickly and her thigh was on its way to being healed and just as pristine as before. The difference the cleaning made was remarkable, she had the body of a goddess and he really took notice now. Shaking his head slightly, he went about going to each of her wounds, scraping the dirt out of them and putting in a soothing balm to help ease any pain and heal quicker. "Mm...I would say that is sufficient. You will be healed in around 2 weeks. Until then I would ask you refrain from opening any more wounds, you will also need to see me at least once every other day so I can check on your leg." He commented as he put the implements he used back on the tray. "In the mean time, Allow me to show you to the relaxing pools. The pharaoh has ordered you and your troops be able to use the pools to recover and that any of the palace workers will follow your commands and desires." He mentioned.

Isis- Following him once more, leaving her clothes weapon behind, knowing that they would be fine. If anything cleaned and washed and polished. Tail swaying behind her idly. Once they got to the pools, Isis couldn't help but smile. A really relaxing bath of sorts. Slipping into the water she just melted and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. Looking up at the mortician she motioned to the water. "Well?" Brow lifting a bit. She had a feeling he was just going to stand there and that wasn't something she wanted. It felt silly.

Imo- The pools were in a large open courtyard at the center of the palace, the sun shone above but the walls were so high that the entire area was nicely shaded. Several pools dotted about the place while servants carried trays of food and drinks, several loungers were at the pool sides to relax on. He stood there for a moment as she stared at him before realizing he'd not said anything, smiling sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his head. "My apologies, is there anything more you'd like?"