Anubis

As the sun slowly rises over a scorched and barren landscape you find yourself suddenly popping into an existence after suffering from a horrible and gruesome end. You looked around, confused, seeing that you were somehow still alive and intact after what happened, before looking over to see a large and muscular black jackal sitting upon his throne. He was dressed in Egyptian clothing, one leg propped up on top of the other, leering down at you with a judgmental glare as if he were very unimpressed with what he saw.

As he stood up from his throne you saw that he towered over you in height, making you take a step back. Before you could even speak, he raised his hand and you found yourself lifted off the ground, your body held straight by a force you couldn't struggle free from. As he held out his fingers your limbs splayed outwards, before he slowly lowered his hand down and you found yourself lying back against the ground, still unable to move. Keeping his hand down, he began to slowly and calmly make his way towards you, his heavy footsteps thudding softly against the ground with every step, until he was standing over you, his clawed feet sitting at either side of your body. You swallowed nervously and tried to lift your head, but were firmly held down.

He raised his foot and slowly pressed down against your torso, forcing the air out of your lungs as you felt the full weight of his body from lifting his other leg to stand on top of you. After a moment he began to wipe his feet on you, one after the other, as if to get a feel of you, all the while staring down at you with that judgmental glare, arms crossed. This went on for what felt like an excruciatingly long amount of time before he finally walked forward, his feet now resting against either side of your head.

He then lifted up one of his feet and held it over your face, looking down at you expectantly...

As the sun slowly rises over a scorched and barren landscape you find yourself suddenly popping into an existence after suffering from a horrible and gruesome end. You looked around, confused, seeing that you were somehow still alive and intact after what happened, before looking over to see a large and muscular black jackal sitting upon his throne. He was dressed in Egyptian clothing, one leg propped up on top of the other, leering down at you with a judgmental glare as if he were very unimpressed with what he saw.