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he believes this to be a faded memory.  another lesson taught by the apple of eden either teaching him about the long forgotten past,  or the future of modern days where his bones will be long returned to earth.  but altaïr realizes that this memory,  unlike his many other sleepless nights,  feels too substantial.  it’s the cold wind caressing his robes,  allowing the linen to flutter along,  the sand underneath his feet with some residual warmth from the day.  last but not least,  the voice of a man whose senses have been sharp enough to hear altaïr’s careful movements.  it’s humbling,  almost,  but he considers the stranger ( whereas it’s him who’s foreigner, ) with sharp  &  golden hues before he tries,  the tongue familiar but sounding different nonetheless.  more ancient.     ‘     i am altaïr ibn-la'ahad.  foreign to these lands as i am a traveler from the holy land.  born in masyaf.    ’ 

my name is catry, and i've noticed that these things go around quite quicker than a promo banner (plus i don't have time to make one right now to be honest) but i'm here to rp my absolute favorite all time assassin's creed character, bayek, of siwa. mind you, i have yet to beat the game (i'm at the part when you meet Cleopatra for the first time), so i may not be as accurate as others when it comes to this, so please be patient with me!! also, if you're interested in role playing (even if you're aren't in the ac fandom), could you give this a like and maybe a reblog? i'm following lots of people i see in the assassins creed rp tag, and other verses i'm interested in, so help a medjay out? thanks much, can't wait to write with you!! xox.-catry