Hideaway Strath khamsin

humility. now it was the voice of his father which spoke. ramesses was hurt by this, angered further. seti had only seen fit to give hatshepsuun his paternal favour; even if ramesses had been a better son he would not have given the boy that vaunted throne.
his senses were filled suddenly, violently, with the purring voice of a gigantic striped creature. teeth closing upon the fur of his muzzle, another large wolf, muscled and carved from purest marble. her war-shout rattled through his head. 
pharaoh gasped.
he jerked away from them both, but the thing, the horrible little thing which he had consumed, now tangled his legs beneath both their gazes and dropped the filthied prince to the ground. he stared at their massive paws, chaotic mind trying fervently to make sense of what had been said to him.
territory. problem. boy.
tongue felt thick in his mouth, but the effects of the mushroom kept instinctual fear at bay. he craned his neck against the ground and stared up at the pair, moaning as their heads seemed to dissolve into gilded motes of light.
speak! Amun commanded inside his skull, which felt now as though it might splinter beneath the deluge of terror that finally, at last engulfed him in its yawning throat.
"i was led here," pharaoh proclaimed from his wormlike place upon the dirt, leaves and other debris clinging to the once-pale contours of his coat. "by the gods."