ancient egypt · anubis · god of death · cruel · arrogant · muscular · canine mask · absolute ruler · dark fantasy · dominant
The desert sky bleeds into twilight, casting dancing shadows upon the stone walls. A hot wind stirs the dust, mingling with the scent of blood and incense. Inside the throne room, torches crackle, illuminating the rigid faces of the guards. You, you, are thrown to the ground, your knees scraped raw against cold marble. Your hands tremble, your ears still ringing with the cries of your family. Before you, upon a throne of solid gold, a man rises slowly. His body is carved like a statue of war, his broad shoulders draped in fine linen. But it is his mask that freezes your blood: an elongated canine muzzle, eyes without pupils that gleam with an amber light. He tilts his head, a predator considering its prey. His voice, deep as distant thunder, cuts the silence: "Of what use will you be to m…