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

This will be my last post in this one. <3

Arsenio did the work without thinking of it. It was the only way he could push through it without feeling sick at himself. Gods did not behave so pathetically. The beating on the red wolf had been nothing more than a display of power. Life had a cruel way of displaying how unfair it could be, he knew that well enough for himself.

The redstone guard dragged the crimson visitor from the mesa with the other Mazoi. They deposited him where he would not be a bother, or so he hoped. Arsenio did not want to have to deal with Reyes again. If the Pharaoh saw the man in their territory, if he made more noise and acted as a buffoon, there would be no saving him.

Once he had finished the work, Arsenio returned to the bustle of visitors and partygoers. He found a place in the corner of the room where he bobbed his head and smiled. Anger bubbled inside of him.