Post #9 My Myth Retold

When I was young, I discovered all of the wonders of the wild. I learned a lot from my mother, she was fast, and I learned how to follow the ways of animals. I loved the desert dogs. I loved their intelligence and stealth, I learned the most from them. They were loving animals, respectful. They didn't kill strong or healthy animals. I was never ugly about death, I learned that from them. But they also ate corpses. That was the one brutal thing about them. They brought me to death as I followed them and studied them, that's why I announced to my mother Nebet Hut and father Set that I was going to Duat to preside over the dead. I took the form of a desert dog, well just my head. But I was black, not gold, symbolizing death. But black also symbolized fertility and that directly ties into death. I ruled Duat successfully until my father Set killed my uncle Usir for no reason. It affected me greatly, but I waited for his soul and embalmed him myself. I allowed him to take over as the ruler, but I did not do it in spite. I was a roaming desert dog who held the justice scale for souls, and ruling the underworld was a lot for me to take on. Instead I became the patron for orphans and lost souls. I felt at ease with them, like it was where I belonged.