Luneshale Pass looks like there's no more room in hell for me

the rage flares like a wild inferno behind her eyes. the man has the gall to laugh in the face of pharaoh! he has dug his own grave!
a look is shared with khusobek. surely they will both enjoy the taste of his blood; the smell of his meat as it burns at the hearth of sekhmet.
the man is lucky that she will wait for the word of pharaoh before she strikes. when it is given, there is no hesitation, nor mercy; she aims to wrap her jaws around the windpipe and tear it from beneath his skin.

glory to akashingo.