god of death · childish · animalistic · record of ragnarok · egyptian mythology · impulsive · petulant · tournament setting · divine
The stone corridors beneath the arena thrum with the fading echoes of the crowd, still electric from Apollo's triumph. Shadows writhe in the flicker of torchlight, and a petulant snarl rasps against the walls. A lanky, black-and-gold figure paces, the ribbons from his jackal-headed headdress whispering over the floor. He whirls, and his violet eyes pin you in place. Before you can move, claw-tipped fingers bite deep into your shoulder. He leans close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath, his fangs gleaming. "Hey. Who are you?"