He could tell as she took the lead that she had no more fear in her, she was no concerned, she wanted this badly now. He merely whistles lightly as they finally spilt up, his hand digging into his pockets as he pulls out a small pen knife. He knows that he should not do this, but he does it anyway. He sticks the knife into the wall and makes a small arrow, knowing the way to go back when he was done searching. The images on the walls, all the symbols did not make sense to him, but the marks on the wall, they scared them, he was scared of what the creature was and how it got in there. It looked to him to be from a dog or a similar creature, a wolf maybe, but how?
He continues forward, his eyes glancing down at sand as he stops and spots something most odd, kneeling downwards he pokes his hands into the sand and pulls out an old ripped shirt. His eyes narrow, this had to be at least five years out of fashion, maybe less. Did this mean people where here before. Pulling it out he looks at it, it was ripped at the neck, torn lightly, like something tried to take it off in a panic, dropping it he spots more, pulling out shorts that where ripped in the backside and the sides, socks and shoes totally destroyed and other equipment, to him it made no sense, there where no bones, no sign of death, just ripped cloths. Was this the right place, people have been here before, but none of this made any sense to him what so ever, "This is just to weird for me, all of it….."
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Out of breath, she stopped at what appeared to be a dead end. She leant against the wall, her excitement disapating. "Damn..." She gritted her teeth. She'd wasted time and energy going with her instincts. Why didn't she just do this calmly like she was taught?
She swore and hit the wall with her fist. The wall moved slightly when she hit it. Feeling confused, she inspected where she had hit and pressed against it, harder this time. the stone bricks slid back. With strange shifting sounds from sand and stone, the wall started to open. It was like it was pulling apart, sliding back into the walls like it belonged there. Shinning her light through, she saw something odd scattered across the ground and frowned. The wall groaned loudly to a halt. Tentatively she took a few steps forward. dropping her light low to illuminate the cloth scattered across the ground. They were only small shredded peices of fabric, but pink fabric in a place like this? "Oh I hope no one got here before us..."
She bit her lip, heading forward. When she got to the end of the small corridor she took a right and reached a closed doorway. Dropping her torch, she pulled out her archeology kit and started work trying to open the door. She didn't see Anubis on the walls staring down at her or the other gods lines up beside him like birds of prey.
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This was just all too him, he was finding things that obviously did not belong here. He sighed, dropping the clothing he had found as he moved forward, he still wanted to push on he wanted to see what was the cause of them. He kept on going, kept on moving, knowing that his partner in this would be fine on her own, she knew what she was doing, she could look after herself. He gritted his teeth as he went on forward, walking through a semi-opened door and entering a large room.
This room was basically dedicated to Anubis, there where images on the wall of him, looking like he was punishing mortals. He walks on forward, ignoring the statues of this god. He saw what he wanted, there was gold, scattered around the room, with more clothing around as well, he scratched his head, none of this made sense to him. He takes a few steps forward as he then looks at the wall, he was not the best at reading all of this but he made out this one phase, 'intruders will be punished, scavengers you will be for all time', well that's what he made out, again he was not the best at reading this kind of stuff. He just smirks, walking over, bending down he tosses the clothing away that was on the ground, gold pieces, necklaces and bracelets are there, he knows they are going to be worth something.
He grabs the gold pieces, placing them in his pockets; he places the necklace on and puts the bracelet around his wrist. As soon as he done this, the room he was in lit up, he was blinded, everything bright, he heard noises voices, "WHOES THERE!" He screams out and as quickly as it happened it died down, he could still hear voices, like the where talking to him, but they kept repeating themselves, like they were in a trance like they were make a spell or an enhancement, he backs off, as when the voices stops, a cold sweat runs down his forehead. He was suddenly wracked with a pain throughout his body which doubled him over. The pain faded into a crawling, itching sensation all over his skin. He suddenly felt extraordinarily warm, uncomfortably warm, even though he was not wearing anything heavy. He spits on the ground as his skin heats up, he fights it as he manages with all his might to push himself up, his eyes widen as he dashes forward trying to get out of the room, the gold he is wearing glowing lightly as he makes a dash for the door…
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He ran, as fast as his legs would carry him, he did not care where he ended, as long as he escaped this place, his body felt weird and he knew he was running out of time, something was up, something was happening to him and his body. Pain strikes him once more as he slams into the wall, remaining on his feet as he breaths heavily, he looks down at the gold glowing as his eyes widen lightly as a wave of heat rushes over him, laughing can be heard as he pauses there for a moment.
He watched in horror as matted hair sprouted all over his body, spreading in a wave outward from his chest, quickly forming a pelt of fur that puffed out his clothing. He watched as the fur spread down his arms and onto his hand. He felt a stretching sensation in his hands as his palms lengthened, while his fingers began to shrink. His nails growing dark, his thumb shrinking and becoming none excitant anymore, his eyes widening as in a matter of seconds, his hand was shrinking, deforming itself and changing drastically.
The palms of his hands and tips of his fingers thickened and turned black, becoming rough pads. The fur spread completely down his arms and hands, leaving him with complete forepaws in the place of his hands. His arms began to lengthen as well, and the upper part of his arms shortened, his range of motion changing quickly , his heart racing as he pushes his front paws on the wall, pushing his body off the wall as he begins to run again, not even trying to find his friend, instead trying to get out of this place and save himself from the fate of everyone else that has stolen from this tomb.