Fishblight Mire sweet, mourning lamb

that day in the desert, ikaros ran with his tail between his legs. samirseti did not bid his man to follow, as tempting a proposition as it was, and so arkane slipped away under cover of night.

he tracked his quarry in the days following, at first intent on returning him to the pharaoh's feet. but intrigue won him over, and he opted instead to keep such a prize for himself. ikaros, of course, protested greatly, but what could he do? nothing, and arkane relished having that power over him. for days they had traveled together, side by side, and it was endlessly amusing to witness the apalled look on his prisoner's face as the beast brought him all manner of mutilated meals. frogs, tortoises, snakes. once, even a few scorpions with their tails removed.

the man paused, tapering to a halt as they approached a peaty bog- and barked a laugh at the disgusted look on the boy's face.

"we rest here tonight, you and i. do not try to run from me again. i would hate to make you sleep beneath me."

a pause, then, watching and waiting.

"are you hungry, ikaros?" the name is a silken purr as he leans in closer, red eyes half-lidded.