Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

ramesses sat upon the larger of the thrones, smiling down at belen from the golden insistence of preserved memories. dreamily she gazed at the plinths of stone; she glanced in a sultry manner at charmion and danced closer on her three legs, running her paw along his shoulder before she extended the same touch to the warm arms of the throne. reverent; remembering. "he calls me here, our Horus God." the green; the green; it took; it gave. her eyes swallowed charmion. "he calls me here and against the throne," she whispered, her eyebrow arching to finish her sentence, heated laughter swirling around the pair of them as she pressed her spine back against the ancient scarlet stone and opened her arms to the other servant.