They said that life was just a fairy tale, that nothing about it was real. The words they would spew from their nasty mouths would clog the brains of so many humans that it was not funny. People fell victim, turned into sheep and martyrs. There was no saving those that were lost to the words. No saving them from the monsters that they began to turn into. It was hard enough as it was to live in this world, but that never stopped someone from rising from the ashes and coming forth with muscles flexing as their body drug itself from a hidden land mark out in the distance. It never stopped them from rising from their comatose state that they had been in for many years.
SLowly, the ground started to rumble. Sand began to billow and locusts made their buzzing sound. Animals began to grow anxious and the human population stood in awe. Birds began to storm the skies, blocking out the hot summer sun as a body began to rise. Dust fell off of a tomb and a black headed beast began to groan. Embalming work had been done to this creature, but the work was being reversed as their body rose from the tomb that was cracking all around them and splintering into pieces upon the ground.
Heaving their body from the coffin, the man flexed their arms above their head as old wrappings fell from their skin. Eyes of a bright hue blinked open slowly before squinting closed, the sun falling right into their eyes. Yawning, the beast perked its ears forward before stilling, their fingers slowly moving to be in front of their face. Things that had not been there before were captivating this mans mind. Nothing was making sense all of a sudden, but he stood there and looked at his black encrusted hands. Generally speaking, this phenominon was not normal... none of this was normal.
Scanning his hands and then arms, the beast slowly felt his ears pin to the top of his head as his body turned down ward. Looking at his legs and feet, the beast cringed. They were black, clawed, and shapped oddly. He had been resting for many, many years, but this was not okay. Traiiling his hands over his body, he could feel the black fur that was coating his system. The way his skin prickled when he got to a spot with a major itch caused one of his legs to softly quiver. Feeling to much like a mutt at that moment though, the man sighed as he turned his head away and pulled his fingers from the obviously itchy area behind his ear.
Moving slowly, the beast kept his compusure just enough to peek outside before darting back into the darkness. He could see the humans, could see their stares. They had not seen this beast in eons, not knowing if he was real or not. There was so much surrounding his place in the Egyptian culture, but not many believed he was real anymore. They always were quick to say, "Why believe in something you cant see?" Well, their words were starting to fall on deaf ears quickly. The Egyptians did believe in him... Well, most of them.
"What... have I done...?" Came the low and deep baritone voice of the beast. His voice had changed and he would figure soon enough, his human body would change as well. Sighing, he slowly allowed his head to turn and look about him. THere was so much here to see and think about, but it was all material. Feeling the old pain of heart break in his chest, the beast just shoved his thoughts away as he tried to think. Thinking was one thing he was decent at... Or so he thought... which could be one of the reasons he was standing there naked, hairy, and eyeballing his reflection in the water jug that he found himself standing over.
Staring at his ugly reflection, the beast lifted a hand to softly play with an earing on his left ear. It was silver, almost unnoticable unless you were to move his fur away. He could see it though and the scars lining his body. Pulling his claw clad fingers through his fur, he could see so many other markings that he did not remember. It was so odd to see himself like this for when he had been down under in his realm, he had never seen himself like this. He had been clothed, bathed, and fed. Now... he was close to just skin and bones with shaggy fur that was dull and looked as if he was just matte in hue. It was horrid, truley, but he would survive he would guess.
Puffing out a pained breath, the man just let his head turn slowly to avoid his reflection. He needed to change bodies as it was to go out into the human world and not be treated as a freak, but that was easier said than done. This man had forgotten most of the magic that would lend him a human body, but he did remember one thing that soon enough captured his attention. This object he had in mind was an old vase of sourts, one that was connected to the place he was meant to be. It could either make him look human to those with human eyes or it could really make him look worse. Willing to take that chance though, the man walked over to it and slowly picked it up with one canine looking hand.
Lifting his other hand, the man slowly placed the claw against his write while holding the vase. Letting the claw slide over his skin, he felt the pin prick that came with causing himself pain. He always felt pain, but it was always different when he caused his own. Watching his blood slide from his wrist, down his hand, and into the vase though, he watched as the swirlling liquid inside began to change color. From blue to red tinted blue, he watched as it soon enough turned full red. The blood was slow, so it took its dear sweet time before the red water slightly changed again and his body began to shrink.
No longer standing at seven foot even, the man that was now six foot one let th vase fall and crash into a splintered mess on the ground. The water that was red slowly coated the floor around his feet, but he did nothing as he just stood there and looked at his human hands. He was white, the skin so different from that of his canine form. It was so odd to see himself like this again for he had not been human in ages. The last time... oh he would foreget the last time he was on the mortal realm... or so he hoped.
Stepping away finally, he took his sweet time in leaving the place that held his tomb. Stepping onbto the hot sands of the desert, the man slowly made his way to the people where he spent a lot of his time. For a few months, he got help from those that gained his trust and learned about who he was. It took time to gain his muscling back and the strength he once had, but soon enough he was back to the former glory of the last time he was on earth. He was tall, thick, and muscled in all the right ways. He was strong, but not overly. Keeping himself to work just as a normal human, it took those few months to just gain weight. It had taken even longer after that to gain his muscle. After about a year being back to the mortal realm though.. he was almost brand new.
Using the little money he allowed himself, the man left Egypt. Running around the world till he found a place he liked, the man found himself in the United States. He looked human so he managed to make it there for a few years and start a buisness. Being who he was with many, many years of knowledge, it did not take him long to climb the ranks of a well established lawfirm. He was not the head by any means, but he was one of the few that could be counted on to help you win if you were to need it in court. With ihs life seeming to start shaping up in the way he needed it, the man allowed himself to relax.
Walking home one day, the man let his boot clad feet tap over the cement. He had just went out on a date, but it had been futile. Not much liking to date mortals, he struggled to find a way to quit getting asked when he was going to marry. Looking to be almost thirty with raven black hair, sky blue eyes, and a face softly stubbled enough to look decent but not patchy, he was a catch he was told. He had women falling at his feet some days while others he halso had men falling at his feet. He was unsure if it was just the way he spoke, look, or acted, but it was certainly getting old.
Moving with his feet tapping though, he stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket with his decent and form fitting shirt snug against his chest. His left ear held a silver stud and his tongue was pierced, but he rarely let that be seen for he took it out at work. Shaking himself out of his thoughts though, the man looked down at the cement he was walking over. He could hear busy humans around him, but he knew none of them were supernatural. It was hard to find his own kind, let alone another one that was from his ranking in the supernatural realm. Sighing though, he shoved his thoughts away again as he forced himself to stay on track.
The longer he walked, the more his mind tried to take over. It was hard not to get side tracked when you felt as if your life was crumbling between your hands, but that was not something he could really change right now. Walking around like a mindless worm, he slowly made his way half way home when he heard a scream. Turning his head slowly, the man locked his eyes on a disturbing picture. Hidden in an ally way were to humans. One was male. One was female. His sky blue eyes locked on the man though for he could see why the woman screamed. In his hand was a knife, a bloody large one at that. Seeing it glint with light before the mans arm started to swing down, the beast inside tried to come forth.
Stepping quickly, the man was quick enough to grab the knife before it could plunge into the woman. Setting eyes lit with fire upon the man, his lips opened as his words took on a dark and dangerous tone. No one could hear his words, but soon enough a very panicked woman wearing skimpy clothing fled from the alley way as a mans scream gurgled to life. Hidden in the depth's of that dark corner of the city, stood a man with a knife in his hand. Blood rained down upon his body as one muscled arm held another person up. A knife was sticking out of his chest and calws were digging through the soft skin of his neck.
Turning his head slowly, a jackal like body slowly started to form. Muscles evolved and fangs were bared as they watched the city fade around them. No one was near... no one could hear... Letting his eyes land back upon the one that caused the issues, he let his words finally be heard as he spoke in a tone that was far from nice.
"Tell Osiris Anubis sent you."
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