Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

This was not how the story was supposed to end.

Akashingo's pet.
Shut down.





The crowd cheered.
Roars of celebration. Joyous people, and bittersweet memories engraved and chiseled. Moonlight sheltered by hazy clouds.

A ring, deafening her ears

She thought that as she listened to both somber and proud cries that she would transform to the mass of peace. As a new story of history began.


This wasn't how it was supposed to end.


Upon her post, high enough for crowd-work where the top of the wall dipped, stationed in set point, there was she. Belly, firm to the ground. Paws, wrapped around the top of her head. She shook. Ringing, quiet as Khonsu's path in the night, berating as a death cry bellowing in a temples hollow. And she couldn't get it to stop. And when she tried, she couldn't stop shaking. No matter what she did, and she tried, tried and tried, she couldn't stop.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Every battered smile and erratic jump of her ever changing limbs, they fled her now. And she didn't understand why. Or why she cared.

Legend didn't care.

Legend didn't care at all.
Trembles, ruling her with a cowering tail, a whelps sleeping whine. The music of wolfsong and mass that grew blurry in a mind trying to dispose of itself from this moment.


Legend didn't care.
Legend didn't care at all.


Her eyes, winced tight, held shut by an earths core that quaked.
This wasn't how it went.
Tucked to her leg, her tail stayed. It would kill itself of muscle before it uncurled. Why did the hands of Khonsu, did they beat her? Without understanding of what she did wrong.

She didn't understand.
She didn't understand.

For a child of Hades so lost.
She couldn't understand.
How could she?