@atrabimus | continued from here
Amumu was familiar with shadows and darkness, from the curse that had plagued him for centuries to the Void creatures that lurked beneath the sand to the veil of night under which he often traveled to keep from scaring wanderers. There was something strangely dark about the man he just met, vaguely familiar yet unknown, a sort of darkness that the mummy boy had yet to become acquainted with, but darkness was darkness all the same. It gave him... hope, a frequently dangerous thing but one that he could not stop.
“My name’s Amuh—Amumu,” he said in a soft voice.
The temple in which they were hiding was pitch black in the night. Not one of the torches had been lit in centuries. This temple was ancient, older than Amumu most likely, and two long-forgotten gods guarded the shrine, their looming figures barely perceptible to most people through the shade.
“It’s d-dangerous out there, b-but... in here... the gods w-w-won’t let a-anything bad happen to you.” Amumu was perhaps one of the only entities alive that regarded the old, forgotten gods with any sort of reverence. He revered all gods the same, partly because he thought it would be rather sad to be forgotten about and partly because he was cursed enough as it was.
Yellow eyes, wide and curious and glowing with eerie light, cut through the dark. “Wh-what’s your name? Did... did you c-come from far?”
