Two Eyes Cenote [M] A call from Olympus, ringing off the hook

Rubbing my hands together like an evil little fly

What was it about these women barging into his room in the dead of night?

Ah, Legend, I should have guessed it was you, his posture relaxed, and expression lost its sharp edge. So, what brings you here? Hoping for a cuddle before you bite my head off, little mantis? he teased, a playful lilt in his voice.

For the discerning observer, those who peered beyond his banter, they might notice the rebellious stands of the hair standing along his spine, the dilation of his pupils, and the rapid hitching of his flank as he struggled for breath.