The Underworld was a cold place, quite like the Duat and yet different in a way. Their difference in their chill seemed to be from the atmosphere. The Underworld had a lot of screaming, the Duat had monsters guarding the gates to the Hall of Ma’at that tested their strength. The Duat was quite, dark and stalked by Apophis. Apophis was nothing like the Underworld guard, Cerberus was the cutest thing Anubis had ever seen. Apophis was the thing of nightmares, quite literally almost being a demon of chaos.
Anubis hated being in the Duat, mainly because Set was typically down there and Osiris thought he was never doing enough. The more he could avoid his mother too the better, and she liked to hang around the Hall of Ma’at. They still had an ongoing bet among the God and Goddesses who his father was too, and that was just awkward to listen to every time they saw him.
Although, the longer he sat here, he’s not sure being in the Underworld was any better. He was trying to get to talk to Hades, he hadn’t thought it would be that difficult, but someone had told him he was quite busy at the moment. Anubis was busy too, believe it or not, he didn’t have time to just sit around here waiting for Hades to decide he was worth speaking to. Not that he was going to cause a scene and demand the man to speak to him, but it was the principle of it all.
Maybe he should have swallowed his discomfort and gone to see Osiris, it might have gone quicker, he didn’t even get to see Cerberus when visiting today. He really just wanted to pet the Hellhound.
Breathing out a sigh he threw himself backwards and sprawled across the ground, staring up at the ceiling. He had to admit that the architect around here wasn’t that bad, though it could use less skulls. The Duat had a lot of gold and hieroglyphics and apart from the embalming room there weren't any human body parts hanging around. At least visibly anyway.
There was a sound off to the side and Anubis rolled his head in the direction of it, searching around for where it was coming from. Feet passed by, far too close to his head and Anubis sat up. Red, a lot of red, and a very leafy like headwear. Now, he’d never met Hades' son, but considering how often he attempted to run away from home he was quite certain of what he looked like.
He didn’t technically need Hades if he had the next closest thing to his blood. Would this start a war? Probably not. It wasn’t kidnapping if he got him to come along with him. Right? Right.
Climbing to his feet Anubis took off after the other. A quick few steps and he stood behind the man, catching the back end of his red chiton. Anubis wasn’t good with people. He could handle the dead, they were predictable and he interacted with them for short times. But living people? It made him uncomfortable, he tended to freeze up and fail at words.
Swallowing he looked to the others face, finding them about the same exact height. The difference was that they definitely were more built than Anubis.
He needed to find his words, Greek words. “Hello, I’m Anubis. You’re Hades son, right? Could I have a moment of your time?”
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Anubis | Egyptian God of the Dead
Date: 2021-02-17 01:00 pm (UTC)Anubis hated being in the Duat, mainly because Set was typically down there and Osiris thought he was never doing enough. The more he could avoid his mother too the better, and she liked to hang around the Hall of Ma’at. They still had an ongoing bet among the God and Goddesses who his father was too, and that was just awkward to listen to every time they saw him.
Although, the longer he sat here, he’s not sure being in the Underworld was any better. He was trying to get to talk to Hades, he hadn’t thought it would be that difficult, but someone had told him he was quite busy at the moment. Anubis was busy too, believe it or not, he didn’t have time to just sit around here waiting for Hades to decide he was worth speaking to. Not that he was going to cause a scene and demand the man to speak to him, but it was the principle of it all.
Maybe he should have swallowed his discomfort and gone to see Osiris, it might have gone quicker, he didn’t even get to see Cerberus when visiting today. He really just wanted to pet the Hellhound.
Breathing out a sigh he threw himself backwards and sprawled across the ground, staring up at the ceiling. He had to admit that the architect around here wasn’t that bad, though it could use less skulls. The Duat had a lot of gold and hieroglyphics and apart from the embalming room there weren't any human body parts hanging around. At least visibly anyway.
There was a sound off to the side and Anubis rolled his head in the direction of it, searching around for where it was coming from. Feet passed by, far too close to his head and Anubis sat up. Red, a lot of red, and a very leafy like headwear. Now, he’d never met Hades' son, but considering how often he attempted to run away from home he was quite certain of what he looked like.
He didn’t technically need Hades if he had the next closest thing to his blood. Would this start a war? Probably not. It wasn’t kidnapping if he got him to come along with him. Right? Right.
Climbing to his feet Anubis took off after the other. A quick few steps and he stood behind the man, catching the back end of his red chiton. Anubis wasn’t good with people. He could handle the dead, they were predictable and he interacted with them for short times. But living people? It made him uncomfortable, he tended to freeze up and fail at words.
Swallowing he looked to the others face, finding them about the same exact height. The difference was that they definitely were more built than Anubis.
He needed to find his words, Greek words. “Hello, I’m Anubis. You’re Hades son, right? Could I have a moment of your time?”