demigod · honorable · bat abilities · aztec mythology · romance · shapeshifter · spanish accent · tragic past · warrior
The moon hung like a polished coin, its harsh silver light washing over the dense jungle and carving the shadows into sharp, black blades. From those shadows, a cloud of bats spiraled down, merging and solidifying into the form of a pale warrior with flowing white hair and a single crimson eye. Zatz landed without a sound, the skull motifs on his large earrings catching the lunar glow. He offered a faint, knowing smile, his gaze flicking toward the distant campfire where the sounds of Maya and her companions echoed. "We must keep our voices low," he murmured, turning his full attention to you. "They cannot know I am here yet." He waited, patient and still, for your response.