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YES! Epic stuff! I'll be sure to update Mystress' bio after this meeting. -slow- It's so good to see him. (: <3

P.s: I really hope this person looking for pelt spells isn't after a pelt like the zombie pelt or DotD. X'D

Honestly! XD
I can just picture the look of mild frustration/annoyance on Mystress's face :B

I hope so Eyestrain, it will do him good to meet some new companions.

I've been toying with this idea for a while, and I hope it works.
To clarify, your character does not need to die...not that Queze would complain, but still, unless you want to, don't go throwing your deer at Quetzalcoatl like lemmings. lol

Feel free to RP here and if you RP as a group, only one character need offer blood. Think of it as an Aztec group discount or something.

Dead squirrels totally count! Blood is blood!

edit; and I mean, Kaoori could demand it...the mental image of her shouting herself blue in the face at a big stone is priceless. (harhar blue in the face...)

You know you wanna draw it! 8D

Rock: "gtfo"

An offering so you say.To please the God's tell me please.
Why do they desire blood is it so they won't wreak havok on those in this world or do they mere enjoy the blood.?

Your words are wise dear sir,but I can not help but wonder what pain this will bring.Forgive me I mean no disrespect to your Gods.I merely am trying to understand them,but in that process there is pain.A proof of there devotion you say,how much blood is necessary just a prick or an amount that would surrender me lifeless?

Then take this a token merely of what I have to give it's not much but if I die my people would have no other.She takes a blade from her belt and reaches behind her and cuts behind her shoulder blade.Not a sound is uttered as the blood flows from her wound down her back and onto the ground.She restores the blade to it original place.Do you supposde this is acceptable she inquired.

That's fine:)

Faunet: The drops of scarlet muddy the earth, drawn along the ground like serpents to coil up and into the stone basin. With a flash, the offering ignites! Black smoke, thick and foul billows between the stones. It is hard to see, but as the smoke thins a man stands before you, tall and fit, adorned with ink and barbarous garb.

"Your offering pleases The Serpent and honors me, thank you...though I am sure I do not know you." He rolls muscled shoulders with a satisfying pop, blue eyes appraising you. "I have never met another human under these trees. Who are you?"

Kaoori: Omg xD that's perfect!

It had been a long time since she had seen her stoic friend. She missed him; she felt circumstances had driven them apart and for that she felt guilty. This was his place, she knew he could usually have been found here. Could he still?
There was one way to find out. She found a sharp spot on one of the tall stone pillars that rose from the playground, the three towering like sentinels together in the pouring rain. Wincing slightly, she pressed a foreleg against the spot, applying pressure until the skin finally gave and sliced. Blood began to pour. It mixed on the stone with the wet rain, and trailed down the length of her short leg.

She waited.

Faunet: An eyebrow quirks at the magical display, he is impressed. "Tazanna, hm." He rolls the name on his tongue, committing it to memory. He folds his arms across his chest, tilting his head in confusion. "You do not know me? This surprises me, I wouldn't expect a total stranger to make a blood offering for someone...on a whim?"

Kaoori: The stone sizzles and the blood sputters, burning away into black smoke that drifts through air and time. Following her scent, a red ribbon fluttering through the ethereal, he ran. The jungle crawlers and lofty canopy give way to oaks and birch, familiar rolling green hills. Stepping out from between the stones, he slithers down on one scaled knee, priestly formality.
"You honor The Serpent with this offering, Thank you, Kaoori." Standing upright his face splits with a smile and he laughs; "You are still so small!" He sweeps around her in a flurry of nuzzles, barely remembering not to crush her.

Vee: That's amazing! I'm going to work on a visual response, hopefully done later today.

At the sight of her old friend, Kaoori grinned, and bounded around, laughing and nuzzling in return. "I knew you would come. You are still so big." She sat beside him closely, an ear idly flicking rain away. "I have not seen you in some time, Queze. Tell me.. have you finally found a way home? Or.. have you found another place that you love? I, too, journeyed outside the forest. I found my old home.. I know the world is a big place. Did you find something you have been looking for?"

She smilled to him "There is no need for you to reciprocate the gesture,what I seek can only be found in time.However long that may be.To ask you to assist would be ntirely selfish on my part.
But if you insist you can please me in another matter.You asked what respect you should show me,how about the respect of a friend"she offered her voice was sweet and kind.

She blushed slightly at his request
"Well Queze"She said pausing to see how his name sounded on her tongue.
"Each person goes through there life searching forsomething or rather someone.Now this person may have friends and family around them but it is sometihing else that crave,there other half or in other terms soul mate. My people are peaceful tribe we are strong and nurturing but we rarely fight because no one dares to destroy the balance.
Even though I am a warrior one must not forget that I have a heart that loves as well"
She looked away slightly embarrassed by her confession.

{LOLNicely done Queze}

She chuckled and sat on the ground the coolness of the stone was nice.Seeing that he was trying to make an effort to change the topic ,she took no offence at his words.
"Hardly there are alot of men in our tribe as well as women but both genders are allowed the chance to become warriors"she shrugged smilling hopping she had eased him.

Faunet: Queze was amazed at this, his previous nervousness almost forgotten. "But women are not as strong as men...if your tribe is as peaceful as you say, surely there is no need for women to fight. Would healing not be a better calling for one of your talents?" He gestures a hand at his shoulder, obviously in mention of her previous magical display when closing her knife wound. In his mind, to throw a woman into battle was to risk her life in vain. It was wasteful and disrespectful.

Kaoori: Mountains...miles of flowers. "Hmm, it sounds lovely. It must smell wonderful...heh, your homeland sounds so different from mine. The jungle has a thousand ways to kill you and a thousand more ways to weaken you so something else can kill you for it. There are plants, long and deep, absolutely foul smelling. They eat bugs and frogs that hop in and become trapped." He chuckles as though it is the most amusing of ideas. He looks off into the rain, his eyes a thousand miles away. "It isn't cold like this forest, and the trees are much closer, littered with strangle vines...the stags here with their grand antlers, hehe, they would become so tangled! Very easy prey."

That came out looking gorgeous, Tera. I like it a lot.

I've see several such poppy-posts from Virgil before and it was interesting to try my hand at a visual response. Thanks for giving me the chance. C:

A white stag, plumed with red and gold feathers and numerous tribal tattoos. He walked about the rocks and noticed a familiar sign in an alien forest. His jaw dropped and he raced away for a victim.

He returned several moments later with a dove, whose throat was quickly slashed by the white stag.

"Please accept my humble offering, my Lord."

(Aztec deers unite!)

He watches the dove as if he had done this before, not seeming terribly frightened but rather respectful of the dove as it burned. The alabaster one startled slightly when the serpentine fellow actually appeared. "Not sure, now," he replied to Queze's question, after a moment of shocked silence.
"...I was an emperor once. I am Monteczuma."

He too bowed, an awkward action in this unusual new form. "Guidance." He rose and tossed his head to get that plume of feathers out of his eyes. Scanning the Aztec deity over once or twice, he continued. "For it seems that you have been here far longer than I. How did you get here, O Quetzalcoatl-Kiss?"