Khy'eras

Itzcohuatl dipped his head a little in thanks as Angus said he would avoid the appellation of 'sacred', the blush appearing again on the man's cheeks made Itzcohuatl smile a little (still doing his best to avoid revealing too many sharp teeth) and he surpressed a small chuckle. It was an endearing ...

Itzcohuatl could not hear the cry announcing he had been discovered as the storm now raged about him; the rain poured thick and heavy, each droplet flung like a pebble through the air, while the air was pulled into eddies and spiralled violently this way and that such that he had to beat his wings ...

Itzcohuatl had rarely seen humans blush, cheeks flushed with fear or exhaustion yes, but that peculiar colour of embarrassment at a compliment paid or some such he had seen only once or twice before now. So, his golden eyes roved over Angus’ face attentively so that he might remember exactly how it...

The impending tempest charged the sky, and Itzcohuatl found himself feeling similarly electric and adventurous as he dived and wove through the clouds along the swirling and ever increasing winds. He had often come to the narrows as it was rarely travelled by others and so its rich waters made an i...

Memoria wrote: ↑May 5th, 2020, 2:34 am I'd like to get to know Itz (as my character Wish), but it might take me a few days to ponder how to respond and where. Expect to be surprised!

AWESOME! I am super excited to see when it comes!

The practiced voice carried its notes high into the air and Itzcohuatl smiled a little, a devout one this then and yet though whomever it was followed the Eidolons there did not seem to be any ill-will to him or his kind. Strange, most of the followers of the Eidolons had a poor opinion of his ilk ...

‘It is a wretched thing to be digging a well when you are thirsty…’ Thought Itzcohuatl recalling the creation of the reservoir as he lounged on the grass near the water’s edge. It was a pleasant day in spring, the sun was high in the sky but there was a cooling breeze coming across the water, and t...

One wind was like another to a creature doomed to walk the earth, it might herald coolness or a storm but its nature was obscured beyond these generalisations to them. Such was not the case for Itzcohuatl, each wind was like a single, solitary being, it moved like a soul in motion and could be as m...