Redsand Canyon farfalla

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not far behind ajaw come the holcan and young holcan in training.

doe-like tail flicks behind them once, swift; like a cobrastrike. it lifts as the stranger steps nearer and ajaw catches glimpse of her golden gaze.

ajaw's chin lifts, lip curling to accompany the low growl of warning they give; needled by the repetition of their own words back at them ... unable to determine whether they were being mocked or not.

this is tikal's claim. thin and fraying string of patience snaps; quietly. perhaps in this, in the lack of the volatile: most dangerous. retreat to the borders and this one will speak to you ... refuse and you will feel tikal's teeth.