The judge of death laid sleeping in a den in the unclaimed forests when a howl from an alphess rang through his ears, soon followed by a howl from a deeper voice, a response. Anubis woke from his nap and skulked out of the dirt den, stretching once he had the space. His large frame was encased in the bloodline many called here “voodoo” – a jackal skull covering his face and a spine and ribs enveloping his torso in a light hug that was juuust enough to make him feel much stiffer than prior to his arrival at Starfall. It didn’t help that the bones appeared to be made from a precious gemstone, black opal, either. That alone made it feel heavier. Anubis hadn’t learned yet that he was able to take these off from his own volition, so on his body they stayed. Upon returning to a normal standing position, golden eyes were revealed behind the skull, the eye socket lined with bone white and golden fur. That same bone white accented his lower maw and moved continuously up from the bridge of his nose all the way to the tip of his tail, fading to that golden color the closer it got to his tail. The same for his paws, his front two socks were of that bone color, while his back socks were the golden hue. Anubis was a real beauty, at least, that’s what many spirits he had come across since arriving here had said. Apparently, he was one of the first with the gemstone and voodoo combination, but pride was never a characteristic the judge of death had flaunted. Anubis shook, bones rattling somewhat eerily before the black brute stepped forward, heading in the direction of Nightingale.

Upon arriving at the meeting clearing, Anubis’s gaze met on several wolves with dragon features, a lass with a unicorn horn, and another male who appeared to have the krustallos bloodline as well. The judge of death had just caught his name upon approach – Karr. He would have yet to learn the other names of all the wolves here, if they would accept his foreboding presence. Anubis had no ill will in his veins – he always remained a fair judge of character. Nobody here gave him strong negative vibes, but the spirit elemental was quick to notice the several spirits by the lass that appeared to be leading the meeting. They lacked a form to his eyes, but he felt their energy, something he was in tune with before the bloodlines were blessed upon him at his arrival. The krustallos voodoo male stayed at the edge of the circle that was being made, but gave a small nod to the rainbow scaled dracarae, who also appeared to be sporting the voodoo bloodline like himself. "I am Anubis, and I’m looking for a permanent residence.” He spoke, his deep bass tones lacing his very formal and short statement. He took a quick glance again at everyone else currently there before his gaze landed back on Hecate, but his attention to the spirits around her. What was her story?