The god of the Underworld- Anubis

Egypt the place Kyle felt more at home then anywhere else. Why though no one knew why. He didn't even know why. He just felt more at home here. Even more so then in Canada. The nation he was raised and brought into the world in. The nation he knew like the back of his hand. He did love Canada, but not as much as Egypt. He liked the weather here. It was warmer, and it felt better on his skin. He didn't mind getting a tan. It made him look, well good. He always wondered if he got his nickname because of his love for Egypt. No, it was because of his weapons, and fighting styles. It was just something he was good at. It was also something he felt good doing. Unlike other styles of fighting. He liked fighting with swords yes, but he would use a gun. Just the gun would have to look the way he liked it before using it. It would have to be made custom to his style of fighting.

Kyle was wearing his usual attire. Since he was in Egypt though he didn't have his hoody on. That was for later, when it was dark. He was only wearing a normal white t-shirt, and a white cargo pants. His shoes were a pair of black DC's. He was also wearing a pair of black sun glasses made to fit his nickname 'Anubis'. He was driving a rover made for the desert, and him. It was fitting for the one named 'Anubis' the god of the underworld. Kyle loved his nickname, because it fit him. It made him look like he was truly was someone to be feared.

Kyle had been driving around for a good hour now. He was driving around Giza. He was checking out the history. It was something he loved. It was also one of the things he was good with. History was his best subject in school. Kyle looked around at the ruins, and often the people that were also looking at them. A lot of them were British. Kyle could point them out due to how they dressed, and acted. He'd gotten used to the British since a few of his friends where Brits. Kyle just drove past them.

Kyle soon stopped in the Ciro. He didn't mind the city. Well the rich parts, that were actually kept well kept. Kyle drove around looking at the many stores, and cafes. He was a bit hungry so he pulled up into a rather nice looking cafe parking lot. Once he was out, and his vehicle was secure, he walked inside. The first step in was like a shock. A gust of cooled air hit his body. It felt nice, and relaxing. Kyle then pulled his sun glasses off, and headed towards a table near a window where he could watch his rover. Once he sat down he relaxed.
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“Woo. It’s quite hot. Not as hot as I am, but close enough indeed.” She said to herself as she fanned herself with her black fedora hat. Her hat also had a band of white material go around the part that lifted up where it would house her head as well as her hair. The truth was, she was used to this heat. She was just talking to herself to keep herself busy. As well as to help pass the time of course. She defiantly stood out among the locals. She was also a sore thumb when she was near a group of British tourists. It was not only how she acted and spoke. But the way she looked and dressed were different too. When you lay eyes on her, you would instantly think Mafia and Italy. It was how she moved and carried herself. She was not one to mess with unless you were adept with a weapon of some kind. Even then, no one messes with her. She was also called Blood Solstice. The sheer name of her alias would send shivers down one’s back. As far as she was concerned, no one was safe from her. Not even the mafia members she can be found with. She could turn on them on a dime and they wouldn’t know what to do about it besides die where they stand. Though, she’s not a blood thirsty murderer. She had morals. Most of the time she would let you off with a warning. But after said warning, consider yourself dead.

She is quite an attractive woman indeed. Her body shape was quite curvy yet lean. Her skin is soft to the touch but tough to any bad comments you might say to her. Her eyes are a ruby red color and her hair is mainly silver. Though at times her hair can be called white. It all depends on the angle you see it from. Her hair goes down to past her hips and has waves within it and she always wears it down no matter what. She is always seen wearing one outfit when she’s out and about. This was a loose black silk tie that is around her neck and lies on top of her chest in the middle. A zipper front coat that goes all the way down to the tops of her ankles. This coat has black and white vertical stripes all along the outside of it. The inside of the coat is all white. She has white cuffs on said coat that are near her wrists and flaps that are the collar of her coat. The coat only closed where her bust is concerned, left open from her collarbone up and open from the top of her middle section downwards. She wore a black skirt that barely goes past her fingertips if she were to put her arms straight down along her sides. At the top of this skirt is a white belt. Then she wears a pair of black pantyhose that goes up to mid-thigh. Finally, she wears a pair of black and white high heel shoes with brass knuckles inspired heel. She is quite the best when fighting up close and personal.

She has been walking around the city of Ciro. She was here looking for someone. Another mafia member that she knows of. One that she knew have attraction for her. Secretly she is attracted to him in return, but she wouldn’t show it. She believes that she wants him to prove his worth to her. She wasn’t even sweating yet. She moved around the locals. Everywhere she went though, she could feel the eyes of the males follow her. There would even be a cat call. A few wolf whistles. All of them she was used to. None of them worked on her though. She was immune to those. She was one who was hard to get. Whoever has her attention at the time is lucky. As she walked, she would enter stores. Look at their good and what not. As much as she liked trinkets, she was on business of sorts. She had no time right now to waste. The one she was looking for is names Kyle Anderson. Or Anubis, if you go by his alias. Whoever you call him, she was looking for him. This was a surprise of sorts. She knew what to look for. Even where to look. She was looking for a black rover. One of the things he was most known for. Speaking of a black rover, she just so happened to spit one. It was in a nice parking lot in front of the café. She smirked some as she placed her hat on her head. She started to make her way towards the café. When she entered, she instantly spotted her target. A friendly target of course. She smirked more as she made her way right to his table. She felt much better within this café then outside. It was much cooler. And it smelled better as well. Not like people’s sweat. But more like sweets and other types of food.

“Been a while. Hasn’t it Anubis?” She spoke to him with a smirk. Her voice was naturally sweet yet husky sounding. As if she could be a blue’s singer if she really wanted to. “Or do you prefer me to call you Kyle?” She asked him as she moved to sit down across from him. She made sure to sit in a way that he still kept his eye on his rover. “Surprised to see me?” She asked him as she leaned back some in the chair. She still had that smirk on her lips. She moved one of her legs. Crossing it over the other some. She waited for his answer. Her eyes were partially hidden by the shadow that her fedora created on her face. Hiding the way her ruby red hues studied him.

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Kyle wasn't paying attention, and hadn't noticed Enrya come in. The one woman he was attracted to. Everyone in the Mafia knew about it. It wasn't a secret at all. There was no reason to hide it anyways. He was just happy to let out his feelings. Even if they weren't the same. Kyle was to busy watching his rover. He was afraid someone would try, and take it. It wouldn't be smart considering. Most of the people in Ciro, knew Kyle. Rather Anubis, who they often feared. Some made myths about him, saying he turned into the jackle during the night. Kyle of course loved that. It made him look, and feel like 'Anubis'. It was also ironic since 'Anubis' was the god of the underworld. In a way you could say Kyle was too. Most liked calling him Anubis too. It was just something that not only sounded cool, but yet sent a massive shiver down you're spin. Some say when they called Kyle by Anubis the glance they gave him was enough to want them to leave. Of course after Kyle started talking, that would change. For the better it would.

When Enrya walked in all men in the cafe were focused on her. Their eyes undressing her as she walked. It was sicking to Kyle. Though he hadn't noticed. He was to busy watching his rover. When she sat down at his table all men in the cafe stopped staring. They went back to their drinks, or snacks. Kyle slightly turned to see Enrya sitting across from him. He looked at her with his light blue eyes, then quickly felt the need to go somewhere. He was afraid to say anything when she sat down. He was trying to think of something. It had to be smooth. He didn't want to look like a fool. He also didn't want to lose his rep. Kyle then heard Enrya speak, asking if he was surprised to see her. He was indeed surprised at this. He was wondering why one of the most beautiful, and deadly member of the Mafia was here. He just nodded his head slowly in reply trying to act cool. His head turning to look at her, and his rover. Kyle then looked deep into her eyes. "بل أشعر بالدهشة جيدا أقابلكم enrya." Kyle replied in Arabic. It was one of the languages he was quite fulent with. He then smiled to her, wondering if she could understand. "And either one is fine Enrya." Kyle continued, "Or should I say Blood Solstice?" Kyle asked with as he smirked.

After he finished replying to Enrya a waitress came by to ask what Kyle and Enrya wanted. She spoke only Arabic, which wasn't a problem for Kyle. After she finished asking Kyle smiled at Enrya before replying. "عادل القهوة هي الغرامة, بفضل ." Kyle then looked back at Enrya. It was funny when ever Kyle spoke in Arabic he sounded as if he was stronger. His name suited him for this reason as well.

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Enrya smirked some at Kyle as she watched the reactions and responses of his to the fact of her being here and speaking with him. It was very amusing to see this. The smirk on her lips got wider as he started to speak back to her. First in Arabic. She tilted her head back some so that the shadow that fell over and his her eyes from her fedora hat was gone. He now would have the full impact of her eyes on him. She did indeed know the language he just spoke to her. She has studied this language before coming here. She knew he loved Egypt. Might as well remember the language. After all, knowledge is power. “Heh. Alright then. I’ll just call you Kyle. Feel free to call me whatever you desire.” She said as she snickered some. She turned her head to the waitress. She smirked at the waitress. “آه نعم. وكوب من الشاي تكون جميلة. شكرا لك.” She spoke to the waitress.

She then turned her head to look back at him. She smirked again. “Heh. It’s been a long time. How has life been for you? Out here in this heat. Sand wherever you go. Have you been cursed by a mummy yet? Perhaps found some treasure?” She teasingly asked him. She was known to be quite a tease. She snickered some at her words. She leaned back in her chair. Waiting for his response. She took her fedora hat off. She placed it to the side. Then she started to brush out her long silver hair with her nails. She watched him the whole time.

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Kyle smiled as she spoke to him in Arabic. It was quite the welcome surprise. Considering not many people knew the language or even cared to. He wondered why she knew it. It was just another thing to add to his list. His list of things he wants to learn about Enrya. She was after all the candy to his eye. Also to many of the men sitting in this cafe. Kyle sat back a bit against his chair. He then focused on Enrya's ruby red eyes. He was trying to fight off his attraction. He was most likely looking like he could barely holding it in. His face was fighting a stupid smile. He was Anubis he had to control of himself. After Enrya had ordered, he quickly looked out the window to check his rover. It was still there, and unharmed. Most people would just walk away from it. It was as if they could feel something. It was most likely Kyle's eyes. His blue eyes were stuck on his rover.

When Enrya spoke of how long it had been since they last saw each other, he looked at her. Kyle then smiled, as he rested his arms on the table. "It's been far to long Enrya. Yes I've been good, considering. The sand has been... welcoming, to say the lest." Kyle paused for a second laughing at the mummy curse, and treasure question. "No, I haven't been cursed, nor have I found any treasures. If I had it would have been either on you're fingers, or hanging from your beautiful neck." Kyle replied a smile still across his face. He was truly happy to see Enrya. He was telling her the truth too. He would have given anything he had found to her. Even if it ment nothing to her, he'd still give it up.

The waitress soon returned with their orders. Kyle took a quick sip from his cup. Then he put the cup down, before looking back up at Enrya. "How have you been, Enrya. I'm sorry I haven't called." Kyle joked that last bit. Kyle then sat back against his chair awaiting her reply.

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