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

Machiavelli chose to snare her. Instantly.

Raven of Shuyet pulled her head back to the corners of her chest fur. With the eyes of a prism god, she was watched and she had felt that no more intensely than she had now. Doe eyes, blinded.

Messenger of Shuyet. Mutt of Shuyet.

She neared him next with a nose that closed in to his own. The quirk of her jaw, and relaxed lids that stayed on him then dangerously. A smile that demanded attention and a devilish closeness. The choking scent of burning saffron, and wittled amber chipping away. If there was emptiness there before, she forced it not to be if that was what he wanted.

A presence made. "Is that what you want me to come for? What does Machi think?" He whispered to her before, and suddenly she mimicked it. "What does Machi want?"

Machiavelli, a coward.