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The moonlight had drained the flowers of color. They swayed in a midnight breeze, rustling against one another, giving voice to a silent laughter than rang in his ears. He could see them between the cheery faces, flitting about faster than he could focus. He said nothing. He’d forgotten why he was here. Something had lured him, but he couldn’t recall. There was a ringing that filled his sense, distracting him.

A bird took flight beside his head, drawing his fangs from behind leathery lips in an instant—pupils growing to dark pools, flooding out the red. Somewhere nearby an owl hooted, crying mournfully again and again.


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OOC: Not much for you to go on...sorry. Miqui ran off, and we can pretend he caught the scent of Xochime or something if you want to give her to Salsola.
she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me

Wandering was not her preferred form of daily activity, but Miqui had wanted to leave. With the loss of Imacai, now somewhere she couldn't really fathom, Miqui was all she had left in the category of sibling. It was impossible to make him happy and yet that didn't stop her from attempting. He lead the way, farther north in Drifter's Bay, away from Salsola's comfortable ruins and into the darkness. Viper's fangs chewed away at the flesh of her lips out of anxiety. She hadn't wanted to leave. It wasn't fear that made her love Salsola, but the distaste of the outside world. The new Family was her own little Eternian world. One that Miqui didn't appreciate.

His nose scented at the air, realizing something that Tlantli herself did not notice, and the large male disappeared into the darkness. His golden sister was left scowling, prepared to follow. An owl cried into the night, mournful and longing and she turned fiery rubies to search for the body of the nocturnal bird of prey. Instead, she caught sight of a bird over the moon. She hated the night. "Momotztli." The single word, naming her deity, was meant to comfort herself. At night, there was no watchful sun.

Her jaws allowed a fierce and anxious growl to be released into the shadows, as if warning those beasties away from her.


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He didn’t know who he was tonight. Sometimes, he just was, without reason or being. Mindless, as the zonbi of the Caribbean, he moved without thinking or feeling. Instinct drove him. Maggots crawled in his skull and beneath his skin. He could hear the owl, and he wished to destroy it.

He heard the growl and he was drawn toward the sound, shifting between the sunflowers until he found the woman. He drew in close, inhaling her scent as the distance between them closed. Ilhuicahua Tlalticpaque,” he hissed, smiling. “I devoured the sun.”


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