I only knew her for the yearly slain;
and wept and weep until she comes again

Originally Anubis had been skeptical of the attack planned on the Witchery organized by the council of hunters in Sacrosanct. If any of the planning had been left up to her, the Hunter would have spent an abominable amount of time in carefully plotting an attack that would render the dredges of the hotel victims of millennia of spite and hatred of their supernatural species. Without incredible amounts of time spent on the organization of their attack, surely the beings inside the Witchery would have an inkling of their plans; the witches often had rats planted inside other groups where they leeched information that would only benefit themselves. Selfish, insolent creatures they were. The atrocities had begun building a reputation attached to the hotel, causing more and more supernatural creatures to flock to the undoubtedly luxurious establishment that was to be the scene of their attack. When it had come to the Hunter's attention that these plans were well underway, it took very little convincing for her to decide that her presence was necessary in order to keep the children from ruining the execution of their attack.

Upon arrival at the Witchery's location, Anubis felt the wave of magic brushing against her aura. Having suspected that this was going to be a rather unpleasant feeling, the Hunter exhaled whatever frustration she had been harboring against her fellow Hunters before successfully ignoring the slimy feel of the invisible magic rustling against her. There was a sort of quiet that erupted with a cloud of shadows that allowed the brilliant blonde witch to disappear, giving the Hunter a moment to acknowledge her cohorts.

"Continue to try and find the blonde witch," Anubis demanded, her confident gaze moving to rest on the other direction where she could feel another being lurking. "I will extinct the one hiding here." Though Anubis hadn't planned on finding another of the poorly organized Hunters, her gaze fell upon the advancing shoulders of a man she knew of only in name. He was another ancient, a man who had seen nearly as many years as she had herself. With a respectful nod, Anubis found herself in stride with him and wordlessly directed their attention to the door at the end of their hallway, until the aura of whatever magic behind the door was distinguishable as small enough that it was one witch, and Anubis could easily deal with said witch alone. Bidding Alexander goodbye as they passed a set of stairs and he turned, seeming to silently acknowledge the same realization as Anubis had regarding the aura of the magic beyond the door. Alone, she set on course towards the offending target.

Patience was a virtue of hers as she had existed on the earth for enough years that it was a trait engrained into her very being. She could wait the young creature out, resting on her side of the door until the being reared their head. Would she? Anubis felt a familiar feeling of pleasure surge through her being as she reached for the doorknob and sprang it ajar, coming face to face with a young brunette witch that she had only seen in passing once in the city. A snake of a smirk slithered it's way over her Egyptian features before those very features morphed into an exact replica of the brunette witch mirroring her in the doorway.

"Poor timing, little dove."

Without another word, Anubis drew her weapon of choice: a Sykes fighting dagger, retrieved from a sheath attacked to her forearm. Would the witch have suitable retaliation, or would this be as pathetic of a match as the seasoned Hunter assumed?





Anubis Anuket