Lion Head Mesa Sacrificial chamber

It almost felt like victory was in his grasp when the woman yelped and snarled at his bite, her skin between his teeth he tried his very best to rip and tear what he could - but blast these milk teeth!! To hell with them! He couldn't wait for them to be replaced with the stronger, thicker adult teeth he knew would eventually come should this day turn for the better and freedom was given to him finally.

However, freedom was something he had to work for. The woman kicked at him and his world spun, he barely felt the contact while his little brain tried to focus on the pain, focus on his surroundings as the world spun and even before he could straighten himself out, the witch grabbed him by the neck and air was now a luxury he could no longer afford.

Wriggling and pawing at the shrew's face with little puppy claws, if he could reach her eyes he'd gouge them out and teach his bitch a lesson about messing with the Warlord's first son! Even with that thought, he could feel the dread of death looming over him as he wondered if the other woman would help him, or ignore the moment and walk away as if all of this meant nothing for nobody.