Two Eyes Cenote oscura

shark's eyes regard him, recollecting their displaced glacial cool. soto rubs his lip, the taste of salt and iron singing in his mouth. ah -- he was alive! he runs his tongue across his cracked teeth in exhilaration.

when soto is done with khusobek, the shepherd would wish that it was little girls soto liked. no, soto's was a far darker affiliation, and the thought of it bore his heartstrings to heights that defied the cellar-crypt his body was housed in.

as the man pulled away, soto regards his exit coldly. it was life's little irony that he'd dangled food above silvertongue not a week before, and now he's housed in some other man's prison.

tomillo's song floods the caverns, skulking after khusobek as hounds pursue their chase. the boy's been dead for three years, but his voice finds new grounds in muat riya's ancient keep.