the darkest corners of the pyramid were sought, though they offered only a slight balm to the heat bearing down upon them like the cast of a supernova sun. still, the nameless sought them all the same. but it is not enough. his tongue feels dry, like it might crack apart no matter how much water he consumed. his fur felt like it was a hairsbreadth from catching fire ... to the point he had begun to rip it out on his legs ... though it only made the bald spots hot and itchy.
there is a slight burn of embarrassment as he joins the others, knowing that there was little use in trying to hide the small bald spots of missing fur from his front legs. they all had elegant speeches, words and praises of and to the gods. words of magic and runes.
the nameless offers none of his own; simply staring with his single eye, the scarred and empty socket cast away from the sun... lest it too, start to bother him. ready to seek out a temporary oasis of sanctuary until it was safe for them to return.