Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

the pharaoh did not like his words. there was but one god, and it was the bear of ursus.
merrick watched each movement of the man and the woman at his side. the warm and sweet scent of rabbit's-blood suddenly filled the air, cloying. hunger and desperation for the steadied taste of crimson in his mouth once more.
the queen spoke. queen. a place of royalty. why had he been led here? she spoke kindly to merrick but he felt his pride surge and writhe.
he did not wait for a rabbit. merrick grabbed one and devoured it in a flurry of blood before the pair.
"the bear has not led me to lie in wait. i have been led to put nyra and all her people to the sword."
he cracked the bones now, one by one.