Lion Head Mesa [mp] no weenies allowed!

normally the saying goes of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. but for tuna today, she's stuck between one bush and another bush, except this time it's not twigs and branches and soft leaves pressing against her. 

if Ra chose to not silence her, then her initial scream could be heard echoing against the mesa rocks and hallways. while Tuna certainly is no mystique being, she has come to understand the religion of Akashingo and finds herself helping with prayers and such whenever she is required. Toula and Senmut both seem to pray the most, according to Tuna's own (un)reliable narration. and perhaps secretly she prays too, but unsure if her own voice is truly heard amongst the others.

and perhaps they could pray this thorn bush to be struck by lightning and set ablaze! one moment she walks, the next she stumbles over what once was thought to be a pebble, but instead is a small chunk of a heavy, unmovable rock underneath. so not only does her toe hurt from getting stubbed, but so does everything else that ended up stuck in this thorn bush! despite her seemingly light form, Tuna's weight was enough to drag her beneath the bush and set her deep into a trap of sharp pricks every time she tries to move.

"yew no gewd SON OF A––" 

she's cut off by a yelp of pain as she tries to wriggle herself out of this death trap, feeling perhaps every single thorn that's laying right on top of her. had it been winter, perhaps her coat would have been thick enough to avoid the uncomfortable sensation. but with the feeling and scent of a iron-clad vermillion sprinkling the sand and bush, Tuna cannot think of a way out.

"well, shiet." a pant comes from her figure as a hot tongue wipes across her lips anxiously.

perhaps she would just die out here and have her skull placed in the throne room to overlook Toula's reign!