anubis [★] you were always singing along

[Anubis.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]Within shadows death lingered.  Or rather, the boy god of death.  An unfortunate habit he'd developed over time.  When unoccupied, the wolf found someplace quiet - and dark - and simply sat, or fiddled with something he'd found.  This time, the youth found himself focused on his Ankh necklace, ears flicking, mind well into the clouds.

The scrape of a page turning brought him back to the world.  Dark eyes blinked, flashing around his nearby surroundings, quick to spot the studious gleam of autumn and ice.  Aware this to be an opportunity, one he'd been avoiding for a while, the canine rose to his paws.  Hesitantly, he approached, wary of interrupting a book, noting that he did not recognize title nor language.  I ought to introduce her to some old Egyptian spell books.  Some time had passed since Anubis ran into a Magician of that kind.

"Hey," relaxed his voice, though hardly his mind, running through thoughts and ideas and just about everything all at once.  Does she know what she is?  Does she know she's sitting beneath mistletoe?  Does she know what's wrong with her sou- wait what? His brows crease lightly, just for a split second before he recentered himself on his original intent. "..."

"Are you studying magic?" ... Idiot. His mouth felt dry.  How did anyone tell someone that their soul was literally half of a whole because the original half decided it didn't want... 'Useless emotions' anymore?  Damn it.