Lion Head Mesa wrath & poison

can post him again if directly interacted with or he can be PP'd freely by senmut <3

horrible things collected. voices whispered down halls and words filled the store rooms. he had walked against the grain while a guard shoved by to go march borders. another fellahin rushed with supplies.

he could not say he carried deep familiarity of either one, but they were of Muat-riya. they were under the cloak of the Pharaoh's reign and he knew in that alone they must be tended to.

yet his heart pumped wildly within him. what of Lady Medusa? what of Lord Gucci? the little Lord had been missing for — Gods he did not know! — longer than this he assumed. there was no reason to think he had been harmed too. yet his mind whirled with worry for the pale Hemet who might have still lingered in the oasis. he was selfish, but it was rooted in goodness.

his features were dark and solemn — and once more he wondered if he should have been made a mazoi instead of a fellahin. he might have never survived even his first true battle, but it was a lion's heart stuck behind the small breastbone of a coyote.