Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

ramesses stood steadfast and ready. the man was led to him, but pharaoh watched instead the strength of his guards thronging the bogwater serf. he was shouting again in that saltcrust voice, voice thickened and drunk.
the lazuli eyes were cold as a closed tomb.
ramesses did not feel ruenna's growing emotion over the scene and he would not have cared. the man did not glance even toward his queen.
he only watched the man, allowing silence to gather. a sinister delight began to collect and move like an asp over the smooth alabaster countenance.
and then pharaoh flicked his gaze toward the mazoi.
"beat him."