sands of time

Odessa D'Angelo · 04-11-2012, 02:19 PM

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ankh is about

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Ankh D'Aabt trotted through the dull grey green curtain that led into his house, a dead rabbit in his jaws, his small snowy paws sending dry dirt fluttering. Pale pumpkin eyes sailed around the room zoning in on his mother's slave, diligently kneeling by the fire, drying herbs by the looks of it. And then smell of course, Ankh could smell his mother's mint all around the den. 'No'ak, 'elp wi' 'is' he grunted cheerfully, dropping the rabbit onto the floor. 'Where did you get that?'[/b] the Serb questioned, standing up. 'The hutch. One of the rabbits died...' his face took a sombre look to it all of a sudden, before lighting up again. 'And I wanted to have a look at it. So can you open it?' the snowy creature asked, his almost coyote like ears spinning like satellite dishes. [i]'Your mother said no autopsies' the wolfdog pointed out, turning back to the fire. 'Please. Momma's not here, nor is Dad' the child whine pawing at the rabbit's chest softly, 'Fine' he sighed, 'I'll do it myself'. Trotting over to his mother's draws, he pulled one open by his teeth skill fully and began to search in it for one of her spare pocked knifes. Finding one the was slightly blunt, he paced back over to the rabbit. 'No. You'll make a mess with that' Novak said, snatching the knife from the loose jaws of the small pup, who was beginning to sprout tears. 'Use this' he said, regretfully, holding up a leather cutting knife. The child crept closer, but retreated as the Serb came to him, 'I'll do it. Hands, see' he stated holding up his own digited fingers. Ankh growled, jealous of the skilled fingers he hadn't been blessed with yet.

Watching the Serb with great interest he waited until the older wolfdog had created a long incision down the chest and stomach of the rabbit and created another about halfway down from side to side. Pulling the four corners back, he leant back so that the child could see. 'Woah...' he breathed, leaning closer, 'There, see? That's the heart. And those, those are the lungs. Those go in Hapi's jar and they're protected by Nephthys!' He'd gained a vast knowledge of Eqyptian mythology from his father, especially about mummification. Which he intended to try when he was older. The Serb nodded patiently, hopnig Imhotep and Odessa wouldn't blame him. 'And the stomach liver and intestines!' Ankh beamed, 'Did you know that the four canopic jars are the four sons of Horus?' he asked, looking up to the slave. 'No' he replied fairing fairly well with the barrage of questions. 'Well! Now you do!' the white pup grinned, turning back to look at the rabbit's entrails.

Ankh D'Aabt

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