[ Tezcatlipoca loved civilization, but half of his heart would always belong to nature too. He’s a contradictory sort of deity that way, seemingly fickle and full of conflicting desires. But at least his chosen faction provides for him better than the opposite might. He can laze around in Highstorm, but he just as much loves the (mostly) untamed wilderness of the Beyond. There’s danger out here, true… But how much of a threat does it really pose to Yoalli Ehécat, the night wind, the Lord of jaguars?
So, he stalks those forests not infrequently. With the same sort of skill that his nahual had, he could move through the woods silently. Sometimes, he’d find a beast and slay it just for the thrill of it. Other times, he might just laze about in a tree. But he has noticed that he’s not alone out here. He’s seen signs of Shard-Bearers eking out a harsher living than they have to. And maybe they’ve seen signs of him. A slightly strangely shaped, humanoid figure in the dark, a barbed tail that whips out of view, dark smoke that appears and disappears rapidly…
At first, he’s just curious to see who else is finding home in these dark woods, but once he catches enough of a glimpse. Well! With (slightly sadistic) cheer, he decides that he has to say hello to the “neighbors”. It’s only hospitable of him (it is not). So, once their camp is made, it’s a quiet night in the woods. And, sure, Tezcatlipoa could come say hello like a normal person. But why would he do that?
There might be a feeling of the hair raising on the back of the neck—the sort of instinctual feeling of knowing that a predator is somewhere out in the dark. But he ends up being much closer than expected. There’s a rustle in the boughs of the trees above, but that’s the only prelude before a masked man in strange looking armor leaps down and lands heavily across the fire. The tail waves (friendly, but cautious!), and from behind that mask, the greeting is… Not fitting at all. ]
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So, he stalks those forests not infrequently. With the same sort of skill that his nahual had, he could move through the woods silently. Sometimes, he’d find a beast and slay it just for the thrill of it. Other times, he might just laze about in a tree. But he has noticed that he’s not alone out here. He’s seen signs of Shard-Bearers eking out a harsher living than they have to. And maybe they’ve seen signs of him. A slightly strangely shaped, humanoid figure in the dark, a barbed tail that whips out of view, dark smoke that appears and disappears rapidly…
Yeah, he’s a fucking cryptid.
At first, he’s just curious to see who else is finding home in these dark woods, but once he catches enough of a glimpse. Well! With (slightly sadistic) cheer, he decides that he has to say hello to the “neighbors”. It’s only hospitable of him (it is not). So, once their camp is made, it’s a quiet night in the woods. And, sure, Tezcatlipoa could come say hello like a normal person. But why would he do that?
There might be a feeling of the hair raising on the back of the neck—the sort of instinctual feeling of knowing that a predator is somewhere out in the dark. But he ends up being much closer than expected. There’s a rustle in the boughs of the trees above, but that’s the only prelude before a masked man in strange looking armor leaps down and lands heavily across the fire. The tail waves (friendly, but cautious!), and from behind that mask, the greeting is… Not fitting at all. ]
Yo. Out here all by yourself?