the mortal realm
A veritable titan stood amongst the trees. Much larger than the wraith himself, though the larger male stood out like a sore thumb among the foliage. The golden markings upon him were familiar, in some ways mimicking his own. The build, too, was nearly identical. Though Anubis was far more sickly looking, all frail bones and thin fur. This was a far more sculpted physique, designed more for admiration than he. Lurking in the shadows, the delicate male eyed the strange male. He was admiring a mint plant quite closely. Considering its usefulness, perhaps? Slowly, carefully, the male slunk from the foliage to reveal his darkened form. Mismatched gaze appraised the larger male, wondering if he needed to be concerned. "I use that to cleanse my palate quite often, after I've spoken with the spirits." lilting vocals crooned, each syllable wreathed in an Arabic accent. Sometimes, his encounters with the dead were too vivid and he became sick. As an afterthought, he added "It's also good to use on patients who are vomiting, so the taste does not linger and worsen their condition." Tail swept idly across dark heels, curious gaze drifting from the strange male to the plant in question. The bright green of the stems and leaves meant that it would be more potent in taste. A few delicate, swaying steps brought him closer to the herb. "I would enjoy having some of this in a garden, once I settle somewhere. It's a very useful little plant. How would you gather it, stranger?" (word count: 291 // total: 636) |
