In the land of the dry and sand, a hot sun beating down to burn everything into a golden color, a lone river fighting not to bow down to the sun. For if the river is gone, the sand cooked to hot to walk upon, small amounts of vegetation slowly wilting away.
Ra doesn't mean to, where he has no idea that white star can do. For that in mind, he sends out his Nomes to balance everything out. With one of forty-two of his fellow brothers and sisters keeping his people in the cycle that has been here since the first sun rise grace upon the dusty land.
Though he wills himself to show emotions to them in signs of weakness, he takes notice of the proctor of the graves of the once living and those who try to keepsake them.
Little Anput tries hard, for the sake of the past Pharaohs and future ones to come. But sadly with one of his foolish siblings, Anubis, finds new challenges to test her. And each time, fails, leaving the childish one huff away, plotting for another time.
Anput the goddess of the desert and protection. Rising the sands high and low for thieves to be forever lost for destroy those who can't fight back of what that is theirs. Drying the water near and on them to vanish into vapors. The eyes of those blinded with false hope of surviving.
It has been vastly said that she has a heart, but only for those of the upper lands, protecting those who show respect of the holy. Only a few times, will the lower land humans cross into the vast land, but show promising that they'll bind the rules. For that, they have her blessing and pass, using mind tricks to a promising future.
Despite the troubles she must deal with, Anput will look pass it and keep going. For as long humans grace her with thanks. It will be all worth it in last moment of living, until then, and when it does, she will cover the lands. Sealing the lands away from prying eyes. For that is what Anput is and forever will be.