Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

shoko hoped to lead reyes out before too much commotion, but reyes was already the center of public spectacle. a crowd of wolves now formed around the man, with ramesses’ cold will made known. 

shoko looked to arsenio, then the pharaoh. he’d been around enough kings and halfwits to know when blood was about to be spilled. 

with a step towards reyes that suggested  he better get to stepping, shoko kept his head low and teeth ready.