Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

charles had hated Osiris.
he pushed me to the ground and then naught else brought pharaoh to wondering. suppose there was more; suppose the reason for this untoward hatred of a god was because said god had slaked his fill from charles' body.
it was as good a reason as any to hate. it was why ramesses himself did not use force in his liasions. he wished to pursue and he wished to be worshipped. but why hate the one you had taken?
he passed his lips upon the other ear now, knowing the audits of a coyote to be quite sensitive. 
"the gods are fickle. tell Him now," pharaoh urged. "say that in this skin, Osiris was cruel to you. and ask for recompense."
if he was not pushed away he would let out just the tip of his tongue, caressing the inner shell of the nearest ear.