Hideaway Strath kabukimono

last for me unless he is stopped hehehe

they make me feel small.
a dancer holds power from the gods, ramesses wanted to say, but the cold, dominant appearance of nyra cut short any of his words. 
she spoke to the reticent woman, her eyes filled with malevolence when they rested upon him. pharaoh only dipped his head, murmuring, "divine one" in greeting.
however, below his downturned head, pharaoh churned with anger. it was less the interruption and more than he chafed in the service of women, especially a woman whom had targeted him for violence before.
a brutish cur.
his time here, narrowing to a close.
when she turned back to the other, pharaoh chose this moment to turn away, prepared to halt if his leader demanded it, but unless this happened, he would only only go on.