Two Eyes Cenote Rattlesnake

His bitterness blazes! Deep and red as the dying sun! The coywolf spurs forward with her own indignant anger glaring as a firestorm in her eyes! Long claws dig into the stone underfoot, clinging to it as one who approaches the duat holds tight to salvation. Eset’s conscience seemed to hover overhead, looking down with shame at this released fury that was the serf with bared fangs!

“Do not mistake why you are here,” she warns, for it is he who brought tumult into their lands! “I am the mistress of this palace. I am the one who has to make the hard decisions- for the entirety of Muat-riya. You are right, Machiavelli; I do worry for our families, and I will continue to act in the best interests of the whole!” Her heart pounds, chest feeling heavier and harder than ever, but for once the pain is clearing her head!

“You think you know who I am? You think I'm hiding something, that I'm a liability to Muat-riya?” Her lip curls with hard determination.

“Watch me.”