Shugorei are the spirit guardians and guides of the humans that inhabit this world. They resemble felines as they are the closest to the spirit lands. The Egyptians were the last people to open their hearts to the spirit world, Anubis being the most famous spirit guardian, of course the humans misinterpreted him as the Egyptians god of the dead. The guardians protect those they are bonded with as the cross into the after life and guide gently as their human grows. When a human passes away their guardians follow them and keep them safe for eternity.
This was fun, I like the thin tailed cats ouo
it was close between prince tsuoubaki and Psixi
Psixi wrote:Name:
Koyot
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Pure
Age:
Story of how this guardian appeared to you:
The girl stood within the tunnels.
She shivered. Her clothes consisted of a baggy jacket, an old-fashion brown skirt that ended halfway between her knee and shoe, and an once-white shirt. Surprisingly appropriate for studying Egyptian relics in forgotten catacombs.
The above facts are not important.
The girl shivered. The small candle in her hand flickered. She struggled to read the message on the wall, while her panic rose with the darkness around her.
The darkness needs some description.
The small candle light did not even cast shadows. There was merely the wall, and the blackness. The blackness was not a sickly orange-yellow-old paper darkness that candles usually cause. It was a deep, terrible, purple tinged darkness, ebony and raven wings darkness, of fires at midnight and seven sisters in the sky.
Terrible, terrible blackness that crept forward, slowly, ominously, with deep, echoing drums, simply marching forward and drawing near, not with fangs and teeth and monsters, but with doom.
The candle went out.
The girl cried out and collapsed. The doom quickly rushed in.
~*~
Panic and fear. Horrible, horrible fear.
My limbs felt like ice and the only that I could feel was my fear. My mind was utterly blank, not even trying to process what I should do or what action to take. I slumped against the wall, crouched and shut my eyes, trying to hold onto the stone surface.
Cartouche, oh help save me Cartouche someone anyone anything! I wanted to scream. I kept my eyes firmly shut, trying not to look, doing everything not to look.
My pulse rose and I went rigid. I knew my heart was going far too fast and could hear my shattered breathing. Oh God, gonna die of- of-
"Somebody help me!" I screamed and collapsed again. The wave of panic seemed to leave my body. It was simply over.
Over.
Gone.
Not worth fighting anymore. Why bother? Simpler to give in than die of thirst or hunger or fright.
~*~
The girl was quiet even before her scream finished echoing in the tunnel.
None of the spirits cared.
After all, what was one more body in the catacombs?
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