Lion Head Mesa II

Soldiers and hunters poured from the palace depths, the yard below churning with the chaos of dust and shouting men.

The king sat smirking high upon his gilded seat as his hounds thundered up a sandstorm in pursuit of the fox. Soon would come the day that this splendor of snarls and snapping tails would be shared with his divine sons, and rogues like this one would be made firm examples in their education.

But it was not enough for Rashepses to sit still as a witness, his own blood invigorated with the adrenaline of the race. Vaulting from the parapets, Semer-wati took the fields, onyx cloak tapering as he cut down relentless leagues between he and his men, his own howls adding to the keening of mazoi. Hordes of bobbing jaws evolved from nearing breaths to snaps at their fugitive’s fleeting hocks.