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*Anubis* · (This post was last modified: 02-22-2019, 07:04 PM by Anubis.)

Black sheep, black sheep, have you any soul?

Night had fallen hours ago, and the sand was cool underfoot. The dark shape of the elegant wraith traipsed across the unsteady sand, cresting each dune with the ease of a creature well suited to the environment. In truth, the serpent had little interest in remaining within the confines of golden sand and endless sun. He craved the crash of waves against rock, and the lapping of gentle tides against his golden toes. Mismatched gaze drifted towards the sky, and the moon that shone on high. The one thing that remained constant no matter where he travelled, she always kept an eye on him.

Elegant strides continued to carry the delicate male through the desert. By night, the journey was infinitely easier. That was the first thing he could remember learning as a child, to avoid the open desert when the sun was high above. Ra never took kindly to the little creatures that dared scuttle out of their burrows under his gaze. Instead, they were to emerge when the sun was sinking, and the moon took her watch over the lands. Foolish little mortals often perished out in these conditions, unafraid of a gods wrath. They made for easy scavenging.

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