Lion Head Mesa arrow

Hahaha hopefully he can keep himself in check.

Reyson cut away from the princeps and the guard. Every step leaving a paw print in it's wake. His body quaked from the inside out and he wanted to scream. There was no allies here. He had no one, he was alone. And it pissed him off.

And now the woman he was growing to love so deeply was locked in a room with the goddamn Pharaoh and he ogled her like some sort of gift. She wasn't a gift or a fellahin, she was his woman. The woman he wished to make a wife. And he hated the coiled serpents head that the lord of these lands wore and he'd love to press his face into the dirt and rip his throat out.

This anger was frightening and Reyson had not felt it in some time. He forced himself into a loping run, trying in vain to burn some of toxicity that bled from him like a cancerous growth. The black blood of his life blood tainted and hot. He wanted to tear the whole world down around him, here.