Two Eyes Cenote [m]objective: survive

A scream cut through Muat-Riya.

A mangled, torn body on the floor in gray. A pelt spilled out upon the floor, bloody and disfigured at jaw and slashed at the throat. Bites, littering his face and his ribcage heaving with every shaken breath. He gurgled and groaned, and death invaded her nose before it arrived.
Yet he lived as a corpse. Alive.

From the shadows, the imp lurked. Quiet, watching, with big curious eyes and a tilting face. This picture had played out before in a dance. Melody too, shredded and bloody, gored from the inside out, but she had been dead. This one not so.

She did nothing.

They would come.

And yet she was so interested here. Such way that her mind ticked and turned, with cogs and wheels that played a game. Legend didn't understand the game. Legend also did not play. But she knew the board, and she knew the pieces, she saw them move, she saw the faces. She liked to watch. Liked to learn. As a raven did, with ill innocence.