Otter Creek every step that i take

ramesses snorted derisively as charles made his statement. "why remain where you know your blood will be shed?" he asked sharply. but he found he did not truly wish an answer, for what the coywolf spoke next provoked a spate of silken laughter.
"unnatural!" the lazuli eyes danced and then sought to pin the saintswolf. ramesses stepped closer. "i am a god. there is no more natural thing than being unbound by such repression." he turned, smiled toward the skies. "men have always loved men."
when pharaoh set his eyes again upon charles it was in a caressing way.
"you know nothing of it, or you would not say such things."
his words were a light challenge that licked against the long ears of the coywolf. so close to charles, to his scarred and patchwork and twin-hued frame, close to the sunspark eyes that held something unfathomable; so close choked pharaoh with his own want, and he hovered close, suspended. waiting.