Two Eyes Cenote Secrets

He's bound to Prince Rashepses' side. His tail is a thick bladed sword that idly fans his wards body, creating motions of air to cool skin. The shuffling of slinking figures and curious men bring his teeth to a shiver; one he expands on and makes the air CLACK when he feels there's not an adequate settle. Not a hair to move, he underlines the heirs commands.

After all, it is only a word that restrains him and only a word that indulges him. A calm breath seeps down his nares, his ear flicking to turn towards the voice of the Prince in eased patience.