Lion Head Mesa I'm so over all this bad luck

The woman's claws raked gently against his shoulders, partially upon his flank even, brushing the furs flat.

The fellahin have kept me busy... It was only partially true, but not totally a lie. And when I can, I like to dance beneath the moon, She purred unto his ear, breath warm and inviting. Sokha longed to kiss him, but waited. 

And what of you, my pharaoh? Where do the days take you?