Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

Tranquil sleep kept her away from the world. Away from the alert of work and the ever-abundant clicks of stepping feet. There was a world in which things were a little different. Where each day, and each night, she could sleep herself away into a nothingness. When she awoke each time, there was always a greater something hitting her nape and telling her there was more coming. More that there could perhaps be no preparation from, and more that they could do nothing but sip the blood from. A blinding numbness that kept her dizzy each morning and feasting on the aftermath. Next, tired when it all ended.

Blazing heat stirred her. These things distracted from the question of how she arrived here. How she ended up in a morning tucked in arms and feeling the pulse of Ra begin to engulf the day. The struggle of heat waves and feeling every moment that the sun would take you reminded her of home. Truth be told, Legend didn't remember how she came to be in here. She did not ask, either. Only took it for what it was and took to finding a comfort in touch.
Her head pulled down and pressed roughly to the top of Machiavelli's. The shaking of his chest when he protested the day woke her further, and a big breath of air fled her nose as quickly as it entered. Curling her stomach, she moved to shelter not only his own eyes, but hers. The result was a lengthy nuzzle into his fur. Ra was cruel!