Two Eyes Cenote [m]objective: survive

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Fleshy ribbons, was what it came to.

Heat shining off the sand-

Hanging loose from his throat, his jaw, one of his ears. Was it real? Was any of it real?

A distant black shape, moving-

He rasped a breath through blood in his throat. A fellahin, by the door, looked up to see him. Hello, my dear, I seem to be in something of a pickle! was what he wanted to say, but all that came out was a groaned, bubbling wheeze. The fellahin stared. And stared. And rose their voice, high and screaming.

A single eye, burning hatred, burning madness-

Tav- He tried to choke, tried to scream, tried to call @Tavina , his old friend, his only friend, but the word gurgled through gallons until it spilled onto the sand with the rest of his blood.

Teeth around his muzzle, trying to suffocate, even though he was already dead-

His legs stayed steady, somehow. He felt no pain.

He knew this feeling, the stranglehold, and he had always vowed to never do it to anyone else, not like uncle, not like his teacher-

It was all distant, a vague memory he could laugh about.

Alone, as the shape screamed and threw spittle at ghosts only it could see-

Akhtar’s throat was a mess of burning bile and dripping blood, his right eye swollen shut, but he shambled like a living dead thing.

the jackal, the ibis, the set beast, the eye-

Injuries, most to least by severity: Deep lacerations to throat, left ear tattered, broken ribs on right side, moderate concussion, tooth marks beneath eyes towards nose