Talk:Anubis/@comment-30014014-20190725050945

"Is that what you've been doing?" An anubis sprawls in the densely scripted walls of an unnaturally clean room of stone and wooden pantries. Her crimson eyes currently eye up and down a piece of parchement depicting the combat stance of an eastern scroll, mimicked by a man's hand.

The man stands in attention, masked in silk like a desert wanderer would, somewhat embarrassed to be found out surrounded by many of his improvised scriptures. His eyes dart left and right, fumbling in his attempt to justify himself, only to watch her mimick a stance.

Her face remains unfazed "Your balance is off, that is the source of your failure". Her eyes return to him, a mix of authority and...something else "Hmpf, come. Your guard duty is not to be denied. This can wait until...later..." A faint blush occupies her face in what he could recognize as anticipation for some due physical training, for reasons only one married to a supernatural creature can think of...