Lion Head Mesa they feed on temple grain ☥

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there was something within khaemwaset, growing, anubic-head rearing sharp into his very throat. almost from the moment of sentience he had sensed its presence.

now it had showed itself in dire flickering to neith; now she fled him and as the sound of her steps retreated, a horrible pain rose in the dark brother.

it was an anguish drowned quickly by anger. khaemwaset glared hotly into the eyes of the portraiture and jerked away from the throne.

he would not take to his own rooms, but to the top of the mesa, bound there by something more he did not understand.