Character Name: Tlantli Kimaris

Character Birthdate: 02Nov2009

Wolf or Luperci?: Luperci

Species: 75% Canis latrans, 25% C.l. nubilus

Gender: Female

Currently Played Characters: Talitha Lykoi, Krystalle Horzana


Tlantli speaks with a Spanish accent; more specifically Mexican, with a hint of Bajan Creole. Optime form, with Citlali Kimaris-Etalpalli, her nephew/child.

"Keep ahp, Citlali."

Her voice was firm as she pushed herself forward; without rest, she could only hope that a new home was on the horizon. Firey eyes focused firmly on the mountains in the distance, leaving Tlantli Kimaris wondering where exactly she was. Miqui and Imacai had long since been lost to the other two Eternians, their sister and nephew having to pump through the snow and the storm without protection of the masculine force they offered. Briefly, she admitted that she missed the both of them, just as she had missed Xochime so long ago.

It seemed Momoztli was determined to keep the group separate.

The scarified coyote stopped along the invisible border of what was clearly marked territory, sniffing gently at the air while wondering who sat behind the wall. To her untrained eyes, she saw nothing strange, just more land; to her ears, however, she heard the world. There was definitely something waiting. Something that could offer her and the young nephew-child she was raising so diligently a home. Her head turned toward the body of the boy, clicking her tongue against the sharp teeth housed within her small jaws.

Tlantli's nose turned skyward, releasing a sharp howl of a bark into the air. The hope was to alert someone of their presence, and as the sound reached the stony mountains, she knew it would serve its purpose. "An' nao, we waite." In a fluid, inelegant gesture better suited for a man, the Eternian sat on the cold ground, focused on searching out a stranger's face.

Much to the surprise of the coyote, a presence was noticed not too long after her call into what seemed to be abandoned land. A white mass, so similar to the snow, approached. What it was did not go unnoticed by the Eternian. She and the boy-child had wandered into a land of wolves, but unlike the family she had left behind, she held no external animosity for the larger canines. Certainly not when they smiled so openly, as the green-eyed monster did. Tlantli allowed her own face to settle upon the child huddled near to her, not so much younger than herself; still too young to bear offspring, she had taken it upon herself to raise the otherwise unloved Kimaris. Miqui and Imacai had more important things to do.

The coyote's ears twisted to the shape of the cream-furred woman as she spoke, giving an absent smile to the words. Citlali was indeed beautiful, a coyote through and through, and her most precious possession. But no, they had not come to seek out someone special. "Home. We come to fine home. Our family is not here; Aye know this," she explained. How did she know Miqui and Imacai were not within the carefully marked walls? Intuition. There would be other times to search. For that moment, she needed to house herself and the boy who accompanied her. A jangle of metal-on-metal broke the air as she reached out to ruffle her nephew's mop of mane.

Citlali seemed to relax at her touch, leaving the Kimaris woman comforted that he would not spend his youth so wholly frightened of the world. She had yet to teach him social skills that adhered to the world; after all, she had spent much of her time with the pirates and merchants of Barbados while he was growing up, hoping to make fare to get them far from the island. Without other children his age, she worried that he had become internalized.

The white creature before them gave introductions, for both herself and the pack. Selene, and Anathema. She spoke of family, asked of what they could contribute, mentioned the sharing of blood. Rituals were not something she was unfamiliar with, but the sharing of blood had never thought to enter her mind. She had only ever associated closely with blood relations, anyways. Now she had a prospective home, but she would need to put aside any of her born prejudice. A heavy nod gave way to words.

"Aye am Tlantli Kimaris, and the boy is Citlali. He is young, but he has skills in crafting; mos'ly weaving of items. Aye can do many things; fight, teach, scout. However, aye axe-ell at not'ing so far. If Anat'ema would let us, we would be family to them. To you." The words, each tinted with island-accent and remnants of her motherland's language, flowed freely and firmly. She was not eloquent, and so they were simple, but they got the meaning across easily.

Moving this along. Assumed that Citlali was quiet, since he has been.

She was distracted as Selene explained that the homes of Anathema were beneath the ground. It made sense to the golden coyote as it was set before her; she couldn't see life across the top of the land, but she had been able to hear something, as if an excess of small prey were beneath her feet. The fact surprised her. In Eterne, they had lived much like humans before them, in houses rather than caves. It was unheard of for them to resort to more primal resources.

Focused on the snowy creature centered before her, Tlantli didn't notice the appearance of a second white beauty until she spoke. "Who do we have here?" The Eternian pulled her attention to the emerald-eyed wolf with a look of sheer surprise; she hadn't expected yet another quick response, but was pleased. In the same inelegant mannerism as before, she pulled herself to her feet, letting Citlali remain on the ground. "As aye was saying to Sahlene, aye am Tlantli Kimaris. This," she paused to motion to the boy-child. "This ess Citlali Kimaris-Etalpalli. Maye...son. Of sort." The boy wasn't truly her flesh-and-blood child, but Deriel had seen to it that she kept him safe from their brother-uncle, Baphomet.

Her posture shifted, offering obedience if lacking in submission, and the queerest smile passed across her honey muzzle. "Aye haft to assume you are...leader? What ess the word you are using for your position here, in Anat'ema?" Curiosity pushed her to ignore whether or not it was rude to ask. Places were different than Eterne, she knew full well. The Mamexi didn't extend title anywhere else, but that was their alpha being back in Mexico. At least, it had been for most. "We, maye child and aye, are looking for home."

A little bit of PP to get them into the caves. One more post should be enough to get them to where she claims a cave.

The blue-eyed beauty wandered herself away, and Tlantli focused all her energy on the emerald gaze of the leader. Her ears listened, to pity as well as acceptance, causing her to wonder what place she had found herself in. Naniko, as she had given introduction as, was the Angela of Anathema. Naniko would be her savior from the snow-covered world, allowing her to embrace the family hidden beneath the frozen soil. It was all so fantastic that the Mexican coyote felt faint, if only for a brief moment. Flame-colored eyes found the dull green of her charge, offering vague reassurance through a touch to his shoulder. The boy was quiet, but Tlantli had never desired much in the way of vocal interaction. Citlali allowed her to escape.

As the sharp dagger was pulled from a sheath worn by the Angela, Tlantli prepared herself for the simple rite that would bond her to the pack. The marks left on her palm was nothing in the way of painful, as she had experienced more while undergoing her scarifications. Curiously, she studied the blood smudged upon the dark pads of her hand after it had been pressed against the palm of the leader. The intermingled blood would have been shunned thoroughly in Eterne, but she found that she felt no disgust. Though Citlali was not required to participate in the rite himself, she took his hand and pressed it to her own, letting him know without words that he was accepted into the new family.

Naniko led them through the lands, into the cavernous entrance of Anathema's underground world, and Tlantli was amazed at the size and structure of the tunnels that opened up before her. "This ess muy magnifico. Did your people do this themsalves?" she asked, turning her petite face to gaze upon the snowy Angela. The idea of searching for a place that would house herself and her son was settled in the back of her mind, and the fiery eyes she wore remained open to places they might fit in.

Claimed Sm. Family #4 for Tlantli&Citlali.

Tlantli and her charge followed the leader further into the caverns, and the Kimaris woman watched the walls with all the fascination of a child. Fiery-eyed, she listened to her snowy Angela, and sought a place they could be at home. As they were only two, she knew they would not need much space. Naniko explained that the caves were already there, and it surprised the newcomer; such large natural occurances were unknown to her, though they did have caves in Eterne. The story of the foundation of Anathema caught the full attention of the younger female; it had been made by family, a family she was now part of.

The dens they wound up before drew Tlantli's attention away from the white wolf. There were open dens, perfect for Citlali and she to hide within. She gave a subtle nod, stepping toward the nearest opening; inside, it was small, but seemed cozy enough. Other rooms seemed to branch off from the central region, offering both coyotes their own space. A smile crossed golden muzzle. "Aye think this ess parfect. Mucho gracias." Her new home was finalized as the Angela went her own way, leaving the coyotes to their own devices; soon, she'd be able to return to her hunt for her siblings, but for now she wanted to rest.