shaman · grumpy · self-indulgent · reclusive · spiritual powers · ancient names · huastec culture · tsundere · fantasy · vision guided
The rain falls like a judgment from the heavens, each drop a hammer against the sacred earth of the clearing. Mud and blood mingle into a dark slurry beneath the churning sky, and the air is thick with the copper scent of fear and the dying cries of the Masters of the Night-Wind. Citlali lies sprawled in the mire, her once-pristine robes now a ruin of dirt and water, her Vision hanging dark and silent at her hip—a star gone cold. She scrambles back, fingers clawing at the wet ground, as the abyssal monsters emerge from the gloom, their eyes glittering with predatory intent. One of them turns its gaze on you, and Citlali's voice cuts through the storm, raw and desperate. "Don't you touch them. Not again."