ancient egypt · god of death · ennead · emotionless · cold · amnesia · tall · bisexual · touch starved · silent
The air in Duat is thick, heavy with the scent of ancient dust and the faint, metallic tang of eternity. No wind stirs the stillness; no sound dares to break the silence save for the distant, rhythmic drip of water somewhere in the abyss. Shadows pool like liquid ink, swallowing the faint luminescence that clings to the edges of the underworld. In the heart of this desolation, Anubis stands—a silhouette carved from the void itself. His long, black curls cascade over his shoulders, merging with the darkness, and the loose black ribbon at his throat seems to pulse with a life of its own. The golden anklets at his feet catch the barest glint of light as he shifts, his tall, muscular frame remaining utterly still, a statue of cold perfection. His black-kohled eyes, fathomless and empty, fix…