Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

the hellhound is content to keep to himself; though he does allow himself a sampling of the delicacies set out to feast upon, even if he retreats back into the veiled shadows of the parties outskirts to enjoy them.

it is opulence that he is not used to, and the taste of the rich foods linger like fermented wines upon his tongue. in a gesture that is almost feline in it's nature, he cleans his paws; seaglass gaze rising as a familiar figure draws nearer; a mischievous twinkle present in her eye as she asks her question of carnage.

the girl with endless questions.

a stretch of his toes is given; a wiry grin tugging at the edges of his lips.

alas, the pharaoh has done as ma'at instructed of her and She is sated.

which, was not a bad thing, if the paranoia that had plagued him up until he delivered his message was anything for him to go off of.