Lion Head Mesa retrograde

He laid his eyes upon Pharoah’s gold white pelage.

She wishes for your own.

She does not say. Akhtar’s eyes closed, though he could still feel the chain of a god wrapping through his entire body.

Blood for the blood gods, blood for those you’ve lost. The hissspit of a serpent in the ears of a priest.

I..I will require animals. Live. We will see if she wants prey, His eyes never left Ramesses, or predator.

You will garner your blood.