Sly x Carmelita: Above Anything Else. Part 1More Like This
Egypt, 1300 B.C.
The blazing afternoon sun beat down on the raccoon’s shoulders, making him uncomfortably hot beneath the rich blue sweater and faux-fur trousers that he wore. Already, his smoke-gray fur was damp with perspiration, and his mouth felt uncomfortably dry. Beneath the wide brim of his cap—tipped low to ward off the glare of midday—eyes the color of rich cocoa blinked a couple of times to ward off a stray droplet of sweat that rolled down his forehead and along the length of his muzzle. His only solace was the stray breeze that whipped along the sandy dunes—though it blew grit past him, it also ruffled his fur with a quiet coolness, making the desert heat somewhat bearable.
Looking up for a moment, the raccoon took in his surroundings. Some might have called it exotic, the sandstone buildings and mighty pyramids that dotted the horizon. The vibrant sun that hung in the sky, its golden-yellow rays staining what few clouds there were a rosy pin