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@Khusobek


A prisoner man! A prisoner man! Pet, pet, pet! Legend rolled around the ground and groaned an unpleasant bliss. Ears now drowned from sound by sand that packed in them, before shaking it out and repeating it again. Again, again, again. 

Legend would repeat it as many times as she wanted, wriggling around the ground in her own chamber kept special by Eset's own hands. Stored away to a quieter place, before roaming the palace as prey searching for a beast. Chiming, chiming.

"Khu-khu!" 

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crocodile scrubbed blood from his paws and sighed out as the great muscles of his back relaxed.

"there is a goat in the first cache." would it explain the blood? did he care?

he stared at her. "what has you so alight with joy, yaret?" he wondered; he turned away and went back to his scrubbing.

rust, swirling away.

So big and handsome and strong! A big man of men with broad arms and hardened eyes. The scent of rancid blood that watered her tongue from the mazoi, rich title to that. Open wounds riddled his face. Neck, drenched in red beyond the rich browns that wrapped around the mazoi in a jacket. Ankle, torn open.

Legend's gaze bounced openly across the mans body, wordless and yet questioning every bit of it while a smile merrily sat on her features: disturbed. Her tail shivered out nerves.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.


Finally, a joyed: "Khuu!"

"Always happy!"

More words tried to squeeze out the yaret's mouth as a breath fell in her pretty lips, but all that happened was the flop of her head to the side.

"do not go to that cell without another," he warned her always-happiness, voice moderated though his face grew dark as a stormcloud.

he showed the yaret his gnawed wrist, a wry smile not quite reaching his glacial eyes. "it is a lesson no one else need learn."

his mind remembered; he wanted to curl upon himself and be sick.

"kheti has joined our ranks as mazoi. next i will see what it is kheti wishes to do."

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Mangled.

And oh, how she had gotten close to the prisoner. There stood Khusobek, torn at the face and ripped at the ankle. Stained, battered even through the density of the crocodiles skin. Would not a moth be smarter than to plunge into hellfire? And then she remembered the vortex of the golden eyed man who spun in the shadows. Spinning, spinning, spinning, as her head draped over the enclosure to feed the beast within.

Red dripped in front of the imp's eyes. Deep, rich red in which she saw pooled on the ground to mirror her own body. The deep darks of her face, barren, exposed to the skin underneath. Ankle, mauled and shattered at the bone, disfigured. Neck, punctured and ripped of fur. And Khusobek would stand across the pool of blood as a twin figure in the same skin, in the same world.

Of course, there was no blood.
And she remained uninjured.

Khusobek..

"She sees." Kheti. The name almost fled the yaret. So much time had been spent in Akashingo as a quiet snake that Muat-riya had gone missing to the woman, but Legend did good to try and refresh the names of Khusobek's family. There was Eset's falling whose many rumors touched back to the woman, and Machiavelli who had been missing to the yaret, but now she could smell him but not see him at all. He avoided her. There was the prisoner man who had left gifts.

Now the mazoi who showed he had been attacked. Now Kheti's promotion.

Legend offered a wave of her tail once, twice, and a smooth blink. "There should be pride of Kheti." What was the word for expressing acknowledgement of ones successes? She did not know. Or perhaps, for some reason, could not manage to remember right now. Could not remember. Could not remember.

Her nose pointed at his face. All of him, really, but she had to pick somewhere. "Does he feel it?" Khusobek must have been touched by immortality, she felt. And he would always be immortal in her mind. Unburdened by pain. How?