Thread: Stealing From History (BlisteredBlood x TakodaVega)

Zyanya was the first to find the male in one of the old traps. Her feline instincts weaved through the intricate maze in one the lower levels of the temples. She had come her on the basis that she had smelled something different, and that she needed time away from the people she guarded with the fierce passion that burned through her veins. A passion that died, more often than not, with their ritual sacrifice of children to their sacred god. However it was her duty, as it was with her entire family. The beads chinked against her breasts as she finally found the source of the scent. Her skirts cutting off slightly past her hips while two longer pieces of fabric, more to her knees, covered her front and rear. The brown haired woman stopped to eye him carefully. Was he dead? She crept closer, moving into a crouch as the hunter in her moved closer, cautious that he attack her at any moment. It was only in a beam of light that one could see the open spots that dusted along her shoulders, back and thighs, a black dot in the center distinguishing her from her Leopard kin. Her dark ears sported a white spot behind them as she crept closer and dropped her head to his chest. His heartbeat as strong though the breath was shallow. She muttered softly, a strange tongue on her lips, before scurrying back up to the surface. El Dorado, the city of gold, was not made truly, of gold, though gold inlays could be seen against the sun. She made it to the top level just as two of the males of her clan, Tototl and Xipil almost ran into her. The language of the Mayan flourished between them as the others disappeared beneath the lower levels, dragging out the new captive as the priests spoke amongst each other. Her mother and older sister sat on either side of the men, a collar bound to their throats leading up to the corded line to them. They were the strongest mystics amongst their Clan, able to channel the power the Mayans wanted to appease their gods, though they neglected to honor their very guardians goddess, Ixchel. She was the one, afterall, whom the Mayans had arranged their safety with. In front of the Mayans, however, her people were forced to act much like their feline counterparts, at least the females were as the Men were used more as personal guards than those for sacrifice. Though her father had become one of the recent sacrifices as the birthrate amongst her chosen guarded people declined. Zyanya's own gift, as most of her people had one, made it difficult for her to join the Priest's growing list. Their bloodshed made her blood churn just as a bucket of water was tossed to their captive who was hanging between the two fellow Jaguar-like kin. Only the males sported piercings, ones that went through their nose on one, and the other had a piercing that looped from nose to ear. Paint still decorated their chests from the earlier ritual. Or at least what she hoped was paint. She sat on the stairs in front of him, a Priest moving to gently stroke through her hair, those green eyes never straying from the male. He was...different. It was only when he awoke and he spoke would she be able to be of any use. The Gift of Tongues was a gift that as rare as it was, was not necessarily one that worked on it's own. Otherwise Zyanya wouldn't have bothered coming to the surface.