Machiavelli
Star
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2016
- Location
- Kansas City
Anit was the descendant of what the Egyptians called a god, the spawn of Anubis, a Jackal-headed man, an anthropomorphic being of astounding impossibility. Native only to the strange plains of Egypt and almost never seen, he was the first to have ever been disgraced by capture by humans. He was tall, lean, and well-built, with a slim figure that had muscles where they were needed, but otherwise was slim and fast. His ribs could likely be counted under the light layer of dark black fur and the slight layer of muscle. His head was noble and angled, with bright, sharp, golden eyes. He stood at seven and a half feet, towering above men. But he had been caged in Egypt, shipped across water, and brought here, to a land full of hills and green spaces, strange creatures, and stranger structures. England was a land foreign to him and his kind.
He had been fitted with a collar and his sword, massive and golden, had been taken. He wore only a white loincloth around his hips and proportionately-enlargened masculinity, with a canine knot - his impressive length took more after his head than the rest of his body. He had been silent for the full trip, not because words were impossible, but because his noble silence had bored the guards and sailors that had attempted to antagonize him. One man, the explorer in charge, with white beard and blue eyes, had told him that he had been sold to a wealthy family, that he was to protect their daughter, a young woman just entering the world of adulthood. A task that was no doubt easy. He did not understand why he was needed.
Now he was delivered to the manor where this family resided, and the explorer peeked through the purple curtain around the cage. "Look impressive, creature!" Anit gave him a slow, almost irritated glance, and stood full, straight and proud inside the cage. The golden collar at his throat glinted in the dim light of the cage, and he prepared to meet what was apparently to be his life.
He had been fitted with a collar and his sword, massive and golden, had been taken. He wore only a white loincloth around his hips and proportionately-enlargened masculinity, with a canine knot - his impressive length took more after his head than the rest of his body. He had been silent for the full trip, not because words were impossible, but because his noble silence had bored the guards and sailors that had attempted to antagonize him. One man, the explorer in charge, with white beard and blue eyes, had told him that he had been sold to a wealthy family, that he was to protect their daughter, a young woman just entering the world of adulthood. A task that was no doubt easy. He did not understand why he was needed.
Now he was delivered to the manor where this family resided, and the explorer peeked through the purple curtain around the cage. "Look impressive, creature!" Anit gave him a slow, almost irritated glance, and stood full, straight and proud inside the cage. The golden collar at his throat glinted in the dim light of the cage, and he prepared to meet what was apparently to be his life.