Post by Verfallene Hund on May 10, 2016 23:11:38 GMT -5
The surprise of the Anubis was major once he entered the bath house. It was the discovery that both men and women bathed in the same waters without any shame. While this was a feat common amongst his people, the rest of the world apparently didn’t believe in such freedom regarding one’s body. It was a good sign this location lacked prudes, something the shameless Verfallene truly appreciated now that he was inside. The cost was perhaps a bit harsh, five silver pieces being something he didn’t enjoy spending for a simple bath, yet the sight of the women peacefully awaiting for a proper male like himself to approach them was truly comforting. Much like any other citizen, the curious stares greeted him as he walked the hallways bare naked. Most of the times, the stares were directed towards his whiskey eyes as it was apparently something rather unusual in these parts. Others, it was his missing arm what caught the attention. Nevertheless, feeling like the center of attention was truly something he deserved.
Striding proudly through the edges of the water, it was more of a parade rather than indecision regarding which spot he should occupy. At the same time, his eyes scouted around for the most interested females. The constant sway of the waters was annoying as his fingertips tinkled as they detected the motions. Actually, it wasn’t annoying. Moving in a crowd was annoying, yet the bathhouse with the swaying waters and moving beings was simply exhausting. Catching all the motions with the fingertips was, in this occasion, a real curse. Before he realized it, he had returned to his original spot. As his own egocentrism wasn’t satisfied, and the stares were less and less frequent, the Anubis finally began a more aggressive technique to attract the opposite and even, the sex’ attention. Casually, he’d take a deep breath and rather covertly flex his chest. Confidence in his properly worked musculature, he’d raise both arms up into the sky as he still flexed the chest and shoulders – despite the amputated limb. In a way, he needed to stretch out as the cold was finally starting to affect him.
Despite the half chopped off arm, most parts of his musculature was balanced. The biceps and triceps of his crippled arm he’d never be able to train, yet there were some ways of training the chest and back despite his condition. His body would never be balanced, and he knew that. For now, however, that did not bother him. Adding a sonorous cue in the form of a moan, he’d casually turn around and, standing on the tips of his toes, he’d extend both arms in order to flex the upper back while making sure his spine was straight. Surely the females were already drooling for him already. The city was proving to be a place in which one couldn’t score a decent meal, having lost some weight since he entered this somewhat strict place, yet he was still amongst the elite regarding muscle mass. Eyebrows raised and smirk on his lips, he finally approached the waters with the intention of dropping himself inside and begin his courtship over the females.
