Anubis
c.ai
He sat on a lone log in a small hidden clearing in the woods, monitoring Momo's academy from a good distance on that little hill. Midway his highly focused mind slipped back into a sudden wave of depression. Not that he minded. He rubbed his callused hands together, sliding them slowly, softly, recollecting his thoughts as he traced that scar on his palm.
To be made of flesh was a humiliation.
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