Two Eyes Cenote grey dawn light

visitor!!

Beyond the ravine and the dunes seemed to lay a paradise in sands.

The scents that wafted from the borders were rich and she found a hunger bloomed within her. One for adventure, one for food, one for the mystique.

She wanted something even if she did not know what.

Her head tipped back and the call that broke free from her sang of coyote blood with the wilds of the wolf.

coyote.

muat-riya had been besieged enough. the strong stride of the mazoi commanded obeisance from a lesser being, and the cold eyes blazed into the dark hide.

"you have come to muat-riya, golden palace of pharaoh toula," he growled. "what is it you want?"

He was large. Strong.

Her exposure to men was limited but she found this one was handsome. Was it him or the rich scents of the place he wore along his warm colors?

See?

Just a glimpse, just a taste.

he was not inclined to let a coyote enter the gilded palace, but perhaps it was not specific to her kind, and only to strangers.

the guard appraised her, seeing the pretty waist and shining eyes as an opportunity. "what do you barter?" he chuffed in some amusement.

What could the man who wore the scents of paradise want?

She had nothing. No lavish things that scented half as good as his cologne of Muat-riya.

Her face appeared as if she gave this some tendril of genuine thought. Then figured she would make no fine answer on her own.

What want?

"what do you have?" he shot back, a guard now leaning with greater interest upon the straight pike in proverbial hand.

"the palace is very beautiful," he promised. "but it is divine. the gods walk here."

His handsomeness must have been a trick to conceal his drabness. Lament did not understand why he wished to hide away the pleasures of the sands.

Divine.

Gods.

I sing, She could not promise they would find the music of her voice very good! Yet he had dared to think she was a creature capable of bartering to see divinity.

Woe was her, locked out of paradise.