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Anubis hid behind his elder sister, four legs that shook & struggled in the ropes, kicked out at an old man's shin.
The colt could only spit curses & shouts in Arabic whilst they separated him from Minerva & stuck him in a blanket, then a cage. Blindfolded too.
Unable to see, he curled up & nearly dosed off until the vehicle came to a stop. Puzzled & heart beating hard.
Anubis shrieks when he's plunked down into a bathtub to wash up. From what he could tell, human servants were tending him. Grooming him for something he didn't care to know about. It confused him to no end & he'd given up long ago on attempting to figure out why they kept him so well fed & groomed. Pampered almost, but not in the way one revers someone, it made him feel like a pet the way he was dutifully taken care of.
Once clean & towel dried, he's dragged into another room to be dressed up. Hair trimmed short & combed. Coat brushed down & tail done as well. They even have the gall to paint his hooves gold. Nails filed short, even a bit of makeup applied to make his heritage obvious. He hated the way it felt on his face & more than once had his hands smacked when reaching to rub it off. Golden bands were slipped up his black forearms & biceps. Even a collar round his neck. Dressed with a fancy shendyt around his waist.
He's told to sit down on a designated mat, huffing when a guard he specifically despises is told to watch him. The sound of another man's voice calling to...his son...???
Puzzled & frowning the young centaur tried to peek only to be jerked back by the leash on his harness, hands tied with red ribbons together to prevent him from using his hand or arms.
"Sojiro-sama, I believe the young master is eager to see his present?"
