Thread: The Lady's Pet (Mach and HeyThereLittleBear)

Elizabeth. The foreign creature murmured, as if tasting the name on his tongue, the consonants slightly warped by the mouth with which he spoke. His eyes watched her as she curtsied, a slight twitch of an ear indicating a confusion of some kind, clearly unaware of the traditional action or how to respond to it, and so he simply did not react. The unpleasant male spoke once more, and Anit considered him with heavy gaze. I will serve Elizabeth as she desires. He responded, neither confirming the male's obvious belief that she needed protection, nor refusing the assignment. Part of him wondered whether the man understood that Anit had no intention of following any instruction unless the girl gave it, but he cared little. He had chosen the one he was going to serve. The slim female muttered as her father left. Your father does not seem to agree. He replied quietly, his odd accent still present, his tongue obviously used to speaking a language different from English. But my sword has not been returned to me, though I am capable of serving and defending without it. His eyes widened slightly as she inquired about his background. He was obviously surprised as she led him toward the house, a curious structure that he was obviously going to have to get used to ducking and crouching inside, lest he smash a hole through the ceiling with his head. The young female lived here, evidently. Curious. There were many more rooms here than people, much like a palace. How noble and royal was his charge? I am young, for my race, as I am only three hundred and eighty four years of age. I never knew the great civilization that my ancestors and elders knew. Still, I guarded the most sacred places in the desert, forgotten temples and long-lost ruins of great wealth and power. The god Ra commanded me, and those like me, and I served him as I could. And until I can do so again, I will serve you. He paused, eyes examining the sights and ears twitching at every sound, nose taking in the foreign smells. Anubis was one of my kind, favored by Ra. If you know what humans now call mythology, you know him. He was gifted with freedom and power beyond us. Still, my abilities might surprise. He gave the girl a slight glance. I do not know if you believe in the things I am telling you. Few of your kind do anymore. His command of english had to be admired, despite the slight difficulty he had in speaking it. Much like few understand my natural language. Yet Egyptians have always respected us when they found us. My captors did not. I am an animal to them, to your father. Perhaps it is because they do not believe. He let out a soft sound that could only be compared to a human sigh, and looked at her. Why do you act differently? Why do you want to know about me? I am trapped and must serve you. Why are you so kind? His eyes narrowed slightly, as if suspicious. It was not unusual for humans to be tricky and deceptive. Perhaps there was something else here. A trap of some kind. But his instincts, his signals from the gods, told him that nothing backhanded was at work. These humans were strange. Paler than those of his homelands, softer, somehow. They lived in different dwellings, spoke a lilting variety of the English he had heard and learned. Even some things here were different, strange creatures, structures, clothings, smells. Their food smelled beyond foul and he could not understand why the sky dripped incessantly. Everything was so different, all he could do was rely upon his instincts and his gods.