Lion Head Mesa khepresh

he'd heard that first mournful vail, of course, what he later realised was the pharaoh's cry when he found his dead beloved. it chilled him to the bone, that sound, and roused the little man early in the morning, to spend the day anxious and on the brink of whining as whispers and shouts and cries carried throughout the impenetrable tower.

it was supposed to be impenetrable.

come nightfall, he ascended with the rest to the caprock, feeling as if his dogtag made too mirthful sounds for the horrid occasion, and walked oddly to null the noise.

when he first saw the queen, he thought the bundle of meat and fur. when he realised his mistake, he gasped and whined like a child.

shamed, he took his place by the nobles, by foreigner @Lilitu, newcomer @Charles, and @Maegi of concerning wellbeing.

... it was supposed to be impenetrable.

the pharaoh's announcement confirmed the worst of the rumours. his gaze upon the attendees felt as if focused squarely upon gucci. the chihuahua looked straight ahead, in a perfect free stack, albeit his whites flashed with focus to avoid staring at the corpse.

talk of public grieving, gifts for the dead, call for soldiers... the toy breed visibly trembled.

when all was said and done, gucci looked to the trio of puppies. motherless! they did not deserve a tragedy like that, not so young and inexperienced! 

his head turned away from them, and he stood still and statuesque - until he saw one of the mazoi [@Sokha] leaving. 

he approached the woman and, in a little voice, apologising profusely for the inconvenience, asked her to accompany him to his room, just this once.

the tower was supposed to be impenetrable.