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Set Set threw open the doors to his brothers study, the priests outside had told him Osiris could be found here. He slammed the doors closed behind him, and the boom echoed in the room.
Is it true?
Osiris was staring at him, shocked. The two brothers looked nothing alike; Osiris had been born with a completely human appearance. He was handsome, everyone thought he was handsome, even Set admitted he was handsome.
Sets body was human too, but his head was shaped similarly to a camel, and the fur on his face was the color of dried blood.
Is what true, Set?
Set advanced on his brother and with one hand pushed the table between them out of the way. The papers Osiris had been looking at scattered across the floor. His brother took a step back.
How Anubis met ThothIncense hung heavy in the air at Karnak. Looking over his shoulder, Anubis could see the twilight sky between the two rows of decorated pillars. Only a sliver of blue-silver marked where Ra traveled into the underworld for the night. Anubis turned away and continued onwards, traveling between the pillars and the wall to his right. The flickering light of candles awaited him at the end of the short hallway. The closer he got, the lighter he put down his feet, trying not to make any noise. Finally, at the end of the entrance hall, he peered around the last pillar into the room beyond.
Illuminated by a circle of candles were fifteen sitting figures, dark and short, each with their backs to him. One of the figures shook its tail. Baboons, Anubis realized. A room full of baboons sitting quietly, each staring at the man sitting at the front of the gathering. The man was facing the baboons, sitting with his legs folded, his ibis head bowed thoughtfully.
Anubis sucked in his breath sharply, an
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Optimus watched the city from the train yards. The whole yard was empty except for a single grizzled nightwatch man and his ill-tempered dog. The big red and blue bot was laying on his side in his bipedal form, watching the city.
Prowl shook his head, I don't understand what you three find so fascinating about this human town.
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We just don't seem to take on a lot of noisy bots, the hulking purple and silver mech smiled down at the stricken Autobots.
Well, not all of us are quiet, Thundercracker shook his head, Like Starscream for instance...
Astrotrain shrugged, tossing the remains of the guard to one side, Maybe he's just making up for Soundwave here being so quiet.
Maggie stared around Grimlock's bulk in disbelief. Before tonight these creatures had been dusty relics that sat on her work table to be unraveled and understood like any other archaeological find. Now there were six crowding her tent, Sam, please tell me these beings are with you.
Nope. Sam squeaked. Bumblebee stood and slowly pushed Sam backwards.
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The Bumblebee rolled to a stop in front of the Castle Hotel. Mikaela glanced out at the magnificent structure. Following an afternoon of heat and adventure she was grateful to be back at the hotel.
The courtyard consisted of a small circular drive for guests to pull their buggies and carriages up close to the door inside of which was a small gazebo with flowering bushes. Four large statues flanked the front of the building. Each was an angel with impressive wings, their heads overlapping the second story window. Many of the hotels and theaters in the city were purchasing such fixtures to attract more attention from the fair goers. Mikaela had overheard the staff speculating that they were just plaster and paint, like the statues in the fair. Despite their scorn she found that she enjoyed looking at the serene faces and graceful limbs.
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Sam rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he stumbled down the stairs. If it hadn't been for the spectacular bruise on his ankle, he wouldn't have believed the night actually happened. Keeping off of it for eight hours had done a world of good, it was no longer swollen and he could walk almost normally. Not wanting to re-damage the injury, he opted for a clean dressing, a splint and the crutches; better safe than sorry.
Sam could hear voices coming from the kitchen, it seemed his grandfather had some early guests. They lacked the metallic quality of the bot's voices, they had to be human. He entered the kitchen and almost as quickly rushed out again.
Sam? he heard a familiar voice ask.
Samuel, we have guests, you could at least come in and say hello, his grandfather admonish
Thoth, God of Invention Thoth is the Lord of invention, and has created in our world the great arts of astronomy and astrology, the counting of numbers and the sciences of mathematics, geometry, medicine, botany
Anubis looked over the shoulder of the young Grecian scribe, reading the words on his scroll. This was the study area of Thoths temple. There were three walls, where the fourth should have been was a set of stairs leading down to the edge of a small offshoot from the Nile. Reed boats bobbed gently, ready to take the students to the other shore when they wished to leave. It was roofless in this part of the temple too, for observation of the stars. Right now though canvas was stretched into a roof to keep out the worse of the suns heat. Students kneeled at small writing desks, holding down their scrolls with polished stones. All the students were watching them. They had each acknowledged his presence when he had walked
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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