10-14-2018, 07:04 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt;"]The small canine finds himself unsure how long he's been walking. Having left his previous host in a town afloat on water, the youthful immortal did not entirely know what he searched for. The feeling someone he knew, somewhere out there, needed him maybe. A face left behind after moons of struggling friendship. That cold look in her unusual eyes. Determination. Resolve. A disagreement. Reluctant assistance. Shouldn't be a good in goodbye. Anubis lost track of time far more easily than he liked.
Whether or not that apathetic one was out there somewhere, he knew this place somehow important. A great deal of disturbance here. He'd tracked down the source of the strange amount of dead walking here. He felt sorry for the inhabitants. In this mortal form, the Egyptian lacked much power over the dead. The spirits who recognized him for his stature often veered clear of him respectfully and he'd found little trouble on his way towards the swamp.
Time. Time he had plenty of. In time he'd re-master the abilities he had lost in the transition to the mortal plane. Anubis did not mind although it annoyed him sometimes. His host he'd left with a great deal of power, while he had nothing aside from natural ability and the knowledge accumulated from thousands of years. Useful yes, but not physically. Yet he supposed there was little use in dwelling on something that left him irritated. Certainly, another old friend would agree, wherever she was.
Flicking his ear, Anubis took a quiet seat on the swamp's edges, muscles tense, as if ready for a fight. Not every ghoul and ghost recognized him or respected him. Some, he imagined, even despised him. No doubt his presence reminded them they were not supposed to be here. The dead were often rather stubborn. Perhaps they felt afraid he'd try enforcing them back. The boy god held back a grim smile. If only. Perhaps one day. In time.
Whether or not that apathetic one was out there somewhere, he knew this place somehow important. A great deal of disturbance here. He'd tracked down the source of the strange amount of dead walking here. He felt sorry for the inhabitants. In this mortal form, the Egyptian lacked much power over the dead. The spirits who recognized him for his stature often veered clear of him respectfully and he'd found little trouble on his way towards the swamp.
Time. Time he had plenty of. In time he'd re-master the abilities he had lost in the transition to the mortal plane. Anubis did not mind although it annoyed him sometimes. His host he'd left with a great deal of power, while he had nothing aside from natural ability and the knowledge accumulated from thousands of years. Useful yes, but not physically. Yet he supposed there was little use in dwelling on something that left him irritated. Certainly, another old friend would agree, wherever she was.
Flicking his ear, Anubis took a quiet seat on the swamp's edges, muscles tense, as if ready for a fight. Not every ghoul and ghost recognized him or respected him. Some, he imagined, even despised him. No doubt his presence reminded them they were not supposed to be here. The dead were often rather stubborn. Perhaps they felt afraid he'd try enforcing them back. The boy god held back a grim smile. If only. Perhaps one day. In time.
PLEASE JUST DON'T GIVE UP ON ME
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