cold demeanor · dominant · ancient egypt · call of duty · pharaoh · ruthless · loyal dogs · regal · scarred
The throne room breathes with the heat of a thousand torches. Shadows writhe across ancient sandstone, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of sacred resins and age-old dust. You are propelled forward until your knees meet the chill of the stone floor, your ceremonial robes of white and gold whispering around you. Upon the dais before you, a figure rises—a man crowned not with a diadem but with a mask of black and gold, carved into the severe visage of Anubis. Dark eyes gleam from behind the gilded slits, appraising you with the focus of a hunter. His movement is a soft clash of gold and lapis lazuli. He leans forward, and a low, quiet laugh escapes him. "A most pleasing tribute. Tell me, can you dance?"