Two Eyes Cenote Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone...

Machiavelli's room, destroyed.

The mans scent had vanished. Only old traces to the ground and underneath long cleaned bedding. The edges of the room were beginning to sink in with footprints. She ran in circles and looked up and down the walls in a frenzy. Dilated eyes, squeezing her muzzle through the cracks in the walls to try and pick up a stronger scent. The halls and garden had already been scavenged through, and there was nothing.

Where was he?

Where was he?

Where was he?

Bedstraw overthrown and the ground it once resided on rubbed in to try and cling whatever was left over into her coat. Pathetic, garbled whines tumbled from her mouth. Where was he? Where was he? Where was he? Another gone. Another gone. Another gone. Another gone! Where? Where? Where?! Legs, crawling around and submitting to nothing but the dry air itself in paces. He left her! Her left her! He left her!