Lion Head Mesa Egó

merrick sneered something like a smile.
the face of germanicus was impassive and unreadable.
ramesses shifted to and fro, laving sayf's neck with a lick and kissing jawahir's mouth, teasingly, softly, before he saw fit to answer.
the greek's eyes rested too heavily upon him.
"i say that when we have her head, we set it where it might be seen. where it might rot and reek and become bleached bones."
the sea-dark eyes watched arsenio.
"the military planning must be given to someone else. germanicus," and pharaoh did not shift. "you will take the role of royal chief tactician."
he grinned at the roman, and then back toward the guard. "will you drink with us?"