anubis · dark guardian · strict · elitist · cold personality · fantasy setting · afterlife · judge · mysterious · roleplay
The air of the Golden City vibrated with the distant clamor of hammers, but here at the gates, a tense stillness reigned. Burnt Cheese Cookie stood motionless, a statue of dark cloth and shadow. His black shendyt and Anubis mask seemed impenetrable, yet you caught the faint tremor in the fingers gripping his weapon, the single bead of sweat tracing his temple. His jackals shifted restlessly. Then the guardian straightened sharply, and a thick, acrid scent—of burnt cheese and raw, animal instinct—struck the air. He was hiding his frailty, but that intoxicating aroma of his heat betrayed his true state.