Two Eyes Cenote gods of the arena

i know. speaks meseba with grave conviction. whether tavina knew the truth depth of his feelings for eset or not, she had came to the right man if she was looking for someone to defy the gods on earth. eset is worth it. but he doubted he needed to elaborate to tavina.

he takes a large drink of the poppy wine, feeling the swimming of his head, the cottony feeling in his ears. it dulls the pain but does not erase it completely and he cries out in high-pitched whines that taper into growls as his claws tear at the earth; fighting to keep his head still as she removed his dying eye.

his tongue feels like a fish in his mouth and so he does not try to form words; instead lets himself linger in the heavy throes of drug-induced sleep as it threatens to take him as she works to re-dress the wounds.