Two Eyes Cenote [m]objective: survive

Watching. Watching. Watching. Watched him wriggle and gurgle. Groan and twist. Her head, lower and lower as her tail twitched and shivered while she leaned her stomach towards the ground floor. He reached for the blood, the mess he had made in the palace of Muat-Riya. Behind him, the singing ripples of spillage in scarlet. Legends tongue swiped over her inked lips until her mouth went dry in an antsy repetition, over, and over, and over. Her belly churned.

Zaahira.

What the hell are you doing?

Turning her neck around, her front legs splayed forward and her belly dropped lower. She dipped her head, whines from her mouth and throat as her owlish eyes sifted through the Jodai's. The imps tail beat close to her stomach. Then, beat off like a dog, she was sprinting forward and beyond the halls. Bounding in an assassins grace towards the royal chambers, the alarm from her mouth was there to gather attention. Eyes, scanning an intense survey and looking to center upon the first to come. The first of importance.

The first she saw, the Pharaoh. Coming to a halt before the divine one, then to a slow trot at her side, she spoke. Swift to lead. "Akhtar has been found bloodied in the palace halls, my Pharaoh. It is a gorey sight. You may not wish to see."