Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

soon, akashingo would reach out its hand and extend into the south.

the man rolled his shoulders with a low grunt; for some hours he had been at his work of muraling yet another wall, the details of how their queen had built altars within and without the palace, all calling to the different gods of her heart.

but legend would find him returned to his bed, one arm outflung, and a smile for her as she placed the lifeless serpent in his reach. "such dangerous prey you hunt, my shadow."