Two Eyes Cenote pétalo

at his most tolerant, khusobek was patently not. eset's teeth turned to medusa had him on the high rush of anger.

it was easy to assume more where he knew little. but this slinking thing had spoken more than once to his daughter, and this the crocodile would not abide.

his shadow darkened the world only once; he kicked the packet and the hare aside and set his own fangs to scour and to drive off.

he meant to harm, not truly understanding what amount of time they had spent together, but disliking it all the same. if this man wanted entry, he could ask: the skulking must stop.