Two Eyes Cenote Coachwhip

<3

once upon an eon, a collar had been put upon him. one of his own making, it had enabled khusobek so great a surrender that whatever order he carried out had no influence upon him.

what he had done to machiavelli would not haunt his dreams, for they had ceased being dreams long ago. a trail of blood followed khusobek, though unlike herod, it would not follow him here — unless he brought it, loosed hold upon what he been in the employ of hatshepsuun.

the crocodile stood straight and stalked from the chamber.