Post by Anacaona on Aug 3, 2009 15:53:21 GMT -6
Character Name: Anacaona’couatl
Age: 2,150
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Power Level: Ancient.
Kind: Rare breed of Air Dragon.
Description:
Human- As a woman Ana has always appeared fairer than those that surrounded her. Known for her striking lapis lazuli eyes and pale skin always a constant contrast to her long dark hair. She holds soft features that taunt and tease most men into believing her something akin to an angel, full near pouting lips constantly hued with a glittering red granting her the appearance of the story book’s damsel in distress; Snow White. As a woman she holds curves in all the right places, long shapely legs that are often shown off even more so in these modern times. She stands an even five foot five inches in human form, average enough for any person and not overly tall that she can’t add a couple inches without surpassing most men when wearing heels.
Dragon- An Air Dragon better known as ‘The Feathered Serpent’ once worshiped throughout Mesoamerica; no dragon truly hid their forms but as time went on the Dragons became bored and played and danced among their people, some becoming disenchanted with the lives and sacrifices being made in their name. She is a great serpent much like whom is thought to be her father. Green with a golden under belly, her wings are made of feathers when in out of the sun’s glory are brown, red and black but in the sunlight they become a marid of colours as the iridescent hairs reflects the sunlight. In her dragon form she has no arms or legs, she is quite frankly a winged snake. Her head is a mixture of a bird and that of a snake. She does have a beak like tip but her jaw extends into that of a more natural snake curling upward to the end appearing to be an ever present smile with overlapping teeth that show even when her mouth is closed. Upon the crown of her head between the laying horns is that of feathers that bristle or flare into a ridge. Her eyes become a red like her feathers and seem to have a level of ‘make up’ around them. Her feathers discontinue having a near two foot break before they begin again along her long neck and back. Her shoulders or where the wings begin are scaled like the rest of her yet the feathers spring forth from between the scales. Along the sides of her serpent’s body sprout the likes of feathers here and there but for the most part her body is roughly covered in scales that they themselves reflect the sun’s rays in a spectrum of colour. Giving the serpent the appearance of being multi coloured. She is unlike most dragons; the serpent is very versatile as her full length when relaxed and not stretched from nose to tip of tail is twenty-four feet but like any snake this can stretch to a near thirty five feet to move or wrap around prey and then constrict again, the thickest portion of her body is roughly fifty-eight inches circumference though this can expand to more than seventy inches depending on the fill of her lungs or the set of her ribs. The wing span from tip to curling tip is approximately thirty feet, no one has truly measured it. With lungs and an adjustable ribcage that runs the length of her body she can either puff up making her massive in appearance more than she actually is or flatten her body to almost glide through the air like one would slither upon the ground.
Hybrid- In this form her hair flares to a mixture of hair and feathers; horns appear over her brows stretching back and protecting her temples with their hard surface. Her legs merge and become a long whip like snake tail. The lower portion of her body is that of a snake and her upper body is a woman she has no other feathers in this form and is a rather fast swimmer as a serpent cuts through water. In this form she can also hide under the water and lay in wait as her lungs are extended to almost the full length of her body and her breath can be readjusted, her body using less oxygen. Her skin’s usual light brown complexion is visible around her eyes and stretching into the sides of her nose where as the rest of her is covered in the green and gold scales. Her features are mostly a harmonious mix between human and serpent, with slight differences. Her bone structure is more pronounced it seems that her nose and mouth extends more like that of the dragon and when viewed from the side this is so; watching her head on it is not so easy to tell. There are faint traces that her lips separate beyond the ruby red; the formation of the scales at this meeting part meld so well that the split is truly shown when her mouth parts slightly into an unnatural grin. Her jaw can dislodge itself to open wider allowing her to bite and coil even in this form. Her arms and hands are fully functional and in this form she uses weapons her spear in particular, though she has black claws capping each of her fingers.
Personality: Appearing to be not more than an over confident, powerfully sexy woman whom is entirely aware of her surroundings; she can be quite comfortable in the strangest of places, wearing very little or nothing at all. Some times coming off as being Egotistical and Vain. She has an unbreakable will, quite driven to do good and rid the world of impending ‘doom’ in what ever form it comes. Quite the intellectual, she has often found more pleasure in sneaking into human cities and learning about the world and its history. She never knows enough and often hungers for more but such is limited in the unknown world and so she often snakes into libraries just to read. She is ambitious but only to obtain new knowledge and often trades old world knowledge for that of the new. Always one to follow she knows where her strengths lay and has faith in those above her. She likes cooking Catfish over an open fire pit, electrocuting mosquitoes with the new ‘fandangle’ zapping racket (she thinks they need to make them large enough for the bigger more human sized blood suckers) and fruit... mostly Water Mellon. She dislikes rotten Mellon of any kind, raw catfish (too bitter,) senseless bloodshed and idiots she has no time for the last. There was a time when she believed that Humans would destroy one another yet there was hope when laws changed. Hope became despair when they began falling ill from Bio-warfare. She sees humans as the weakest species that needs to be protected from themselves and housed.
History:
It begins with a tale of myth, mentions of gods and mortals, a prize here and there and many cities that no longer stand far less exist. South and Central America was their playground and for the Four hundred ‘children’ of Mixcouatl it was more than enough running space or playing space as the case may be. The first four hundred did not have the powers that the serpents had and not all of them blossomed into the dragonic forms that they should have. In the end there were few that showed for all they were worth the forms of their father and of those that did it is said only one held feathered wings. He was majestic and for all the years before and all that would follow these would see the rise and fall of many kingdoms that wished to pay homage to their winged serpents of the sky.
Her father Quetzalcouatl left his father in Ujuxte and raised a great city with his serpent brothers and sister, and he called it Teotihuacan ‘birthplace of the Gods.’ With the help of the weaker humans of the land and their skills the four great serpents and their wives or husband raised the city from the ground and onto the people of their lands and city they bestowed a name; they were to be called from then on ‘The Toltec.’ While the Toltec and their gods prospered another was eying Ujuxte in disfavour; without his four sons to defend the great Ujuxte; it was open to attack. Although it would take several hundred years before Ujuxte would fall and be abandoned by humans and dragons alike. But long before it was abandoned the Clouded Serpent flew from the grip of his ground laden Son, a son whom had remarkable strength and was the natural twin brother of the feathered serpent, Quetzalcouatl yet held not the form he was called Tezcatlipoca. While the stories of the four hundred and the select few told by the humans vary, their lives were left to interpretation the truth of this tale will go unknown.
Mixcouatl settled in another land near but not all that close to his son Quetzalcouatl and raised yet another kingdom teaching the people how to build, claim and create. Build they did, it was to be a vast floating city in the midst of water with bridges that could be defended by the great serpent god. Mixcouatl’s reign there did not last long for he was followed by another long lived for Tezcatlipoca became more and more jealous of the great ‘serpent gods’ and their abilities to raise the earth in temples that dwarfed the land around it and to take to the sky striking down his own people stolen from the ranks of the living. Tezcatlipoca brought the great serpent to the ground sought to destroy it while raising the city into his own. Mixcouatl fell and in mockery of the greater Teotihuacan and Tezcatlipoca called this ‘new’ floating city Tenochtitlan and often pretended to be the voice of a greater Serpent God and demanded sacrifice to himself and while there were rituals in Teotihucan that called for the hearts of captured warriors, their ‘enemy’ they were not as brutal or blood thirsty as those in Tenochtitlan.
It was here in fifty BC that she was born in Teotihuacan; her Lapis Lazuli hued eyes shone, her skin incomparably pale against the copper of the people. She was seen as the god’s child and her mother was blessed by them. Skin of white gold and eyes of the midday sky with hair of the night; the older Anacaona came the more beautiful she was deemed. However at the age of seven her mother was killed by the invasion attempt of the Emperor of Tenoctitlan. To Anacaona her mother simply vanished, but her father was never the same. The Elder Dragon had began to falter fading in power. Her brothers often saw to her and raised their only sister. Often showered with gifts by the crafts men and women for she is the most likely choice for the emperor’s queen or his son. As was the custom when she was fourteen she was offered to and was taken by the emperor and would have been his wife in later years had he not been killed by poisoned hot chocolate. The emperor did not know of his allergy to pepper. With the new emperor also came the Rights of Ritual for the young Dragons those that were born. Left in an ‘abandoned’ city they changed alone; those that did change. Prisoners of war were set free to battle against the ‘gods.’
Knife against coil and fang. In the end none could tell who was once a serpent and who was mortal. Three of the original ten dragons stood she was among them. Her father landed and tore away the arm of a fallen man who was once a prince of the Aztec City of Tenoctitlan and a warrior that was fighting against the ‘gods.’ He became a man himself and removed the bracelet setting it upon his daughter’s tail where the very tip of it curled in such a fashion to keep the gold from falling. The bones readjusted as he pushed the second ring higher and the gold remained set as it was. “Your mother would have wanted you to keep this.” he whispered to her. Anacaona never did truly know her mother her brothers often told her stories of the emerald serpent of the Earth. From then on Anacaona was worshiped under the same umbrella as her father if not beside him and seen of as his new wife in the neighbouring villages.
In Teotihuacan she was seen of as the Great Goddess from whence fertile waters flowed into their lands keeping the farmlands green and prosperous. She was worshiped separately and for all that she did or did not do she was viewed as doing great things for her people. They say the Emerald Serpent left for a divine journey and returned to them with great feathered wings, adorned upon her by her husband. This tale only enflamed the Warring gods of Tenoctitlan. They demanded that warriors go into the lands of Teotihuacan and capture all the people they could to sacrifice to the gods to appease them. While the Toltec and the Aztec were fighting Tezcatlipoca slipped in and captured Anacaona, for he knew of her tales and he knew which beauteous maiden he was searching for. The way in which the young dragon was taken was one that would have killed her. As the tale goes Anacaona was in her human form when he tore into her flesh and drank deeply from her blood. Tezcatlipoca then disappeared into the night taking his ‘brother’s’ daughter with him. Tezcatlipoca then changed his name to Ilhuicahua Tlalticpaque which translates to ‘Possessor of the sky and earth.’ The massive feathered serpents took to the sky and invaded the land of the Aztecs. A fight took place between the ‘brothers’ in the end Tezcatlipoca lost his foot as Quetzalcouatl clutched it in his massive jaws as tore it free of him and Anacaona was rescued.
Her brothers bore her to the ‘City of Gold’ never resting as they flew the night to take her there. Quetzalcouatl never made it; his injuries were too great. On their return to Teotihuacan they found their father and gave him the burial that was meant for him and his queen in the underground temples. The great Serpent rested alone within the tomb where he is worshiped above. But as time went on the Dragons faded more and more into myth. They kept their human forms and took positions as warriors; between the wars and battles with those that called for blood sacrifice; those that demanded such.
The blood feud that broke out centuries before continued into the lives of those that followed. Anacaona and her brothers fought against those with an unnatural taste for blood and death. Wars broke free spattered throughout the entire selection tribes and for many years the Dragons fought with the other; they fought with both weapons and that of their more natural given abilities. After a few decades or so of constant war the Dragons were victorious. Beating the others further north driving them away from the Southern lands. Leaving the original kingdom of Tenoctitlan to them while they took up residence once again in Teotihuacan or in the jungles where they could hide more easily. Of course both sides would claim victory saying that the Serpents surrendered the City and abandoned the people.
It wasn’t long after this end that the ‘Clouded’ ships of Cortez arrived and the city fell to the greed their people to severe illness. The Dragons stayed hidden and watched through the centuries, their cities fell or disappeared under mounds of earth while they remained hidden from the world keeping to their own. On more than one occasion has Anacaona watched from the mouth of the Amazon the ships upon which death sailed. What was left of the Dragons faded into death and those that remained separated into the lands of mist where up to this day Explorers still haven’t touched or reached. Villagers tell stories of giant serpents called Anacondas that can swallow a man whole should they be crossed. Wither these are stories or fact none truly know, giant discarded skins were found every once in a while along with giant feathers often thought to be from a condor.
Many, many more years past and while explorers discovered and used every inch of the known cities of Mexico, Anacaona was learning about the other side of the world and the history there. She heard of the gods of the east that seemed much like herself but she never travelled there to learn if this was where her mother may have been from. It was only in the early twenty-first century that explorers discovered that the pyramids of their great cities held more than rituals on the surface. She has on more than one account been a tour guide and an archaeologist’s hand suggesting dig sights that prove very fruitful expeditions. Feathers were found around the temples grounds and sold as souvenirs. It wasn’t something that she had wanted but it was something that did happen and while she was able to obtain most of them a few found their way into the hands of a witch who was all to keen on summoning whatever creature bore the large plumes. Couldn’t be anything but a bird right?
Anacaona was ripped from a world she could understand and was plunged into another world all together. She was being worshiped as her father and how his brother had them believe they should be. Such actions only brought her anger and to those gathered she poured her wrath. The sacrifice was rescued and returned to the mainland and she took to the sky but came crashing down into the lair of another dragon that was hidden in the volcanic tubes of an island. Too injured to move she became a human as the change would stem the bleeding but do nothing for the hunger she had worked up. The Dragon was known as Xenophon. They were more than attracted to one another though Anacaona knew that could spell disaster for her. She told him of what was sure to find her there and still he held her close and protected her even in the small waking moments she had in the safe arms of her Mate.
Her mate became King of the Dragons of Florida and she was then his Queen. Though Xenophon did not learn of Anacaona’s past at first she was soon to share it with him when he questioned why she missed the ruins so. Anacaona then explained in great detail the life she lived and the city in which she had been born. Xenophon’s Mate was not just an awe inspiring dragon to the humans; to the Toltec but she was a Goddess that provided and protected her people. It appeared that she had always done that and had some form of a reprieve when the vampires moved north and left Mexico and the ill baring sun to what was left of the Dragons and their followers. Anacaona avoided vampires as best she could but with her being there she had a few run ins but most were resolved without the drawing of blood or the letting of steam. One or two became steamed bits but they lifted scales and drew blood.
The world was tilting and climates changing, for Anacaona this was devastating for she had wanted to return home now she missed it even more; she became withdrawn and often lay unmoving by a fire taking comfort in the flames but never letting them close to her skin. There was a small celebration between the pair when the world outlawed Atomic and Nuclear weaponry but then came bio-warfare, humans began falling ill it began with so few as they were small attempts at such and as they would continue to experiment with bio toxins till there no hope of healing or creating an antibody. It was when she became slightly ill due to the cold of their home and the even colder state of her own that Xenophon carried her north and gave to her a new ‘world.’ A new home he named it after her very first home. Their home was invaded one evening by another Dragon; a collector of pretty things. This collector learned his place at the hands of a warrior woman and that of a massive fire dragon.
As humanity kept falling due to more wars Ana and Xen were forced to go public as they were not falling ill and many believed they had the cure. Instead it was learned that they were creatures of Myth. With the help of her Husband Anacaona has again began nurturing the humans, she stands beside her King knowing that the world may rise from the ashes, or at least hoping that it would.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
New world strengths
- Degree in Archaeology
-- Specializing in Mesoamerica and ‘Ancient’ cultures.
-- Minor Egyptologist (Never obtained the courage to go and finish this.)
- Tour guide
--Degree in History specializing in Mexican and South American History.
- Paramedic
--Onsite Medic for Dig sites
- Columnist
--Astronomy
--Poetry
Old world Mesoamerica Warrior and ‘Medical technician’
- Astronomy
- Rhetoric
- Poetry
- Artful Seduction
- ‘Healing’ or Medicine
- Religion
- Warrior Training and Military Craftsmanship
-- She has been trained to not only fight with several kinds of weapons found in the Mesoamerica world for both war and hunting; she can and still knows how to use and make the variety of weapons listed below to understand what it is and how it is used and the training it takes behind each one.
Maquahuitl- This is sometimes compared to the sword, and it was a powerful, close contact weapon. Like the European sword, they came in two varieties - one handed and two handed. Made from wood (usually oak), they were about 3-4" wide and 3-4' long. The two handed versions might be slightly wider and as tall as a person. Embedded in the edges was obsidian (volcanic stone) or flint (often struck against another stone to make fire.) The maquahuitls were incredibly strong, and the Spanish claimed they could chop the head off a horse with one blow. They were sharp and the people of Mesoamericas knew how to use them. They could not thrust like a sword, and so they lent themselves to a different type of warfare. This weapon was also used as a club. Also in this ‘range’ of weapon was that of a Mace which was a carved stick roughly about the length of a common baseball bat with a rough obsidian or a jagged flint ‘ball’ upon the head used to crush the skull of her chosen opponent.
Tepoztopilli- Her weapon of choice when it came to battle. This is more commonly known as a Spear or a lance in the more known world. Hers was six and a half feet in length though it is said that they could be more than seven feet long. They were extremely sharp as they were tipped with flit blades usually measuring a foot in length. Hers was no exception beautifully crafted especially for that time the two pronged blade curled out and back upon itself. With a three inch separation between the two points upon the other end is that of a ring holding spikes of flint. The more common used by the mortals didn't have a small point as many spears one may be familiar with, but a blade a foot wide made of smaller stone blades. Theses spears were known to pierce the Spanish armour, and were sharp enough that the warriors could use them to shave. In this day the wooden shaft has been replaced by a black frosted metal holding much decoration at the hold points, beads and dangling tassels but the flint is still there gleaming and deadly still for it never dulls like metal that can be worn.
Atlatl- Essentially a stick with a handle on one end and a hook or socket that engages a light spear or "dart" on the other. The flipping motion of the atlatl propels a light spear much faster and farther than it could be thrown by hand alone. The atlatl was used in other parts of the world and is still used today for many purposes. The Mesoamerica artists often drew the gods with atlatls in their hands. Darts were used made from oak, single pointed with obsidian, flint, or even copper or bone. The propelled darts tended to be more powerful than arrows. Atlatls often had a symbolic significance, and some were made with great artistry. Olden day Snipers often used this weapon when engaging the enemy from a distance.
Tlahuitolli and Yaomime- Or the Bow and Arrow were common as well. The bows were five feet long, and the arrows were pointed with flint, bone or obsidian, and kept in a quiver (mixiquipilli) that some times held a mixture of poison and peppers at the base. As with all their weapons, the people of the Mesoamericas were very skilled in using the bow and arrow. It is believed that the arrows could fly 450 feet or more; such skills may have been lost as the ancient Mesoamericas no longer exist.
Tematlatl- Or slings made with fibres from the maguey plant were used to send stones flying toward the enemy. They were often thrown so powerfully and accurately, that they could do significant damage to a soldier in full metal armour. The Mesoamerica warrior didn't just pick up stones on the battlefield - they would be prepared ahead of time, carefully shaped stones were used to maximize the efficiency of the weapon. It is believed that the stones could be thrown farther than the arrows could be shot - perhaps over 650 feet.
Weaknesses:
- Isn’t too fond of powdered peppers (Black and white peppers found in most modern kitchens) they trouble her senses.
- Her skin is not as thick as another Dragon though there is some resistance to damage as her scales are more slippery than another.
- Can’t fly in the rain or when feathers are wet.
- Cold, while this is a standard it affects her more than others, serpents have to sun themselves more often than other creatures and have to maintain a certain temperature or else they over heat causing tissue damage or become too sluggish and ill if they are cold. The colder she gets is the more pale she becomes. It is mostly the reason why she sticks to the tropics.
- Moulting- feathers more than skin becomes a problem when feathers are more likely to fall without one knowing.
- As a rainforest dweller she doesn’t like fires, and will attempt to keep from them as they damage her scales and hurt more than it would another.
Powers:
Gifted in both ground and Arial assault- More than one would think. Extraordinarily pliable as any serpent is; she rises high and attacks with her jaws and then her long snaking body that coils and wraps around the chosen target ground or air she is not hampered in either instance. Her body can flatten to almost a curved sheet similar to a stylized ‘A’ where air is trapped below her belly and she can manipulate it to glide or dive. Ability of the serpent to resist crashing falls under this title as she can also ‘plop’ or drop in on someone from high above her body’s ability to absorb the blunt force of such an action taking the vibrations through the ever moving bone structure usually chuffing or sneezing steam as a release of the tension.
Strength- As with all dragons she has a strength that surpasses most. But unlike the others that are more common it doesn’t lye in the crushing force of her grip (though it is there too) but the constricting force of her coils, she is in all aspects a serpent. The natural anaconda has the crushing force of a school bus upon a man’s chest (9,000 pounds or a crushing force of 90psi) one can only compare the crushing force of a serpent of her size to grind bones to dust and reduce muscle to pulp and blood. In fact she could crush the bus easily or another dragon if she chooses but this is a very dangerous thing to do if the dragon happens to have a free arm or hind leg or even if its head is free it can cause serious injury to the serpent. But she has fine tuned her abilities so that crushing a victim is not her plan; suffocation usually is the flavour of the day or at least till the victim looses consciousness. For she can feel her victims’ heart beat and breathing through nerve endings that hide between and under the smooth shielding scales and when she feels the victim exhale her coils tighten until the lungs are completely closed so the victim can not breath in again and slowly suffocates. She can also feel when the prey's heart has stopped or slowed to suggest loss of consciousness and then either swallows it without risk of the victim putting up any fight or leaves the body where it was.
Smooth change- the transformation between human form and that of her snake is fluid enough, fast enough but for effect it usually starts with her eyes the pupil and then the Iris then the shape of her features as they elongate, her arms and shoulders readjust her neck elongating and her legs fusing together after such the change becomes quicker more fluid as much is absorbed to add to the woman to make her the large snake that she becomes.
Heat Distribution- Unlike most dragons her body heat is distributed in her spine, ribs and wings, the feathers locking it in and trapping it usually reflecting heat receptors. In her human form she is slightly warmer than that of another human perhaps she has had too much sun but at the winged serpent she is a lot cooler than she should be unless sunning but even then the heat is drawn in quickly and hidden within the many bones of her serpent’s body. Her scales absorbing heat and her muscles redistributing it so as not to become overheated or too cool which would also be a large problem.
-Control of Air-
Dragon’s Breath- Breathing fire is ‘not possible’ for flames do not come but a scalding steam does; a composite mixture of moisture and poisonous level of carbon dioxide found in her breath. Steam is mostly invisible to the eye, perhaps more deadly than flames for it can be breathed in... scorching the lungs and causing internal bleeding and subsequent drowning. This steam comes from a vent set under her forked tongue that isn’t always visible. The steam is some times shown coming through her nostrils upon either side of her pointed maw for effect. Her dragon’s breath or the steam often smells of Garlic as she likes eating it raw much like a human would eat a stack of chips this is a trait she has gotten from her father. The garlic is absorbed into a pair of sacks were if she were a natural snake venom would sit. The boiling fluid can be spat at opponents through the vent and used much like mace to other dragons in defence.
Air- being her more focused element she can do much more with this causing winds to blow adding lift for flight getting her off the ground faster than another or even stall another’s take off by rough winds or to hamper the progress of sailing ships causing them to be blown off course. Manipulations of air currents in storm clouds to create a static charge which must then be discharged usually in a lighting bolt and usually done to disrupt ‘man’ from destroying the rainforest with their machines that usually attract and are ruined by a lighting strike. The manipulation of the air currents to bring or dispel storms goes hand in hand with the legends of the Feathered Serpent. The control of air around her can also displace objects, knock over people and other things that she moves past or do nothing at all in the instance of a light breeze.
RP Sample:
One hundred years ago the sun had risen slowly in the sky, painting it in a ritual of colours, the blues and soft pinks, the yellow of the sun was disrupted as was the quiet by a rustle of feathers. A loud hiss and a sound that could not be described as anything but a rumble. The serpent lifted into the air with several powerful flaps of its wings, it’s long tail assisting in the launching to get it air born. Circling while bathing in the sunlight the large winged serpent ruffled her feathers and settled on a rock to sun the length of her body and absorb the heat from the rock through her underbelly. The day had begun for the dragon and the glorious sun was warming her from the night before.
Time would change and as would she drawing a pair of jeans over her legs, a conforming leather vest that laced in the front was placed over her torso. Over that a shirt with pockets. The items in the pockets said that today she was going to be a Tour guide. Jumping down from the rock she landed next to the jeep that she used to get around like a human. Driving into town she met with a local tour bus that was as all the others were brimming with Tourists that were practically leaning out of the window to get a shot of what she did not know.
Pressing her lips together she then grinned brightly. “Good morning everyone, My name is Anna and I will be your tour guide for-” she was cut off as her insides knotted “the day.” She frowned, well that was interesting, never felt that before. Shaking it off she smiled though it wasn’t the same. The Bus began moving and the tour began. “If you look out to your right you will see the-” she felt it again but luckily one of the tourist screamed and pointed almost like there was a movie star outside and they were all his clamouring fans. She smiled more forcefully and spoke once more. “Yes very good it is, and in the...” History crossed a fine line when her Dragon was engaged and drawn upon.
Pressing her hand to her forehead she steadied her breathing, what the hell was going on. Leaning against the rail of the bus while pictures flashed on the world outside the bus. The feel had gone faded entirely.
The tour continued normally from there on, the sun set and she was sitting at a camp fire with the tourist. Sharing food and drink there were many legends and ghost stories being told, one of an Aztec princess. It began only this time stronger, magic was surrounding her. The pain was extraordinarily real as the dragon was being pulled through the human skin. She ran from the camp as fast as her feet would carry her before her feet were no longer feet.
She coiled and meant to spring into the air, lifting her great wings. The earth was taken out from under and the serpent’s wings crashed into the roof of a stone building, the great feathers bending. Her body plopping onto the flooring of stone. Her eyes near glowing in her anger as she turned her head left and right she could see paintings of her temples but she knew this was new for the paint still smelled rancid. She heard the screams of a woman and moved to the opening of the temple she was summoned in. she rose behind the Priest that was accompanied by two others on either side of the altar. One holding the flint dagger of the old world; the other two holding the arms and legs of a young woman who was bare of most her clothing, it had been torn from her body and left in rags.
“Great Quetzalcouatl, we are your children and this sacrifice is for your honour. The Heathen we offer is supple, young and beautiful. If it pleases you... We will remove her heart for you to feast-” Her mouth opened and she hissed loudly it was only then her attention was drawn to the insane followers who oooed from below. But she was also drawn to the three dead bodies at the bottom of the stairs.
She roared and twisted her body around snapping at the throat of one of the men that was holding the girl down, he let the woman go. The woman continued screaming thinking the dragon was going to eat her she fought with the two men who tried to hold her still while the dragon attacked them nailing the other guy by pressing her beak though his skull. She was slashed at by the flint dagger. And she howled in anger, Her coils wrapped around the woman who was still screaming and raised when the man tried to stab the dagger into her. It was only when the woman could see the flint dagger’s hilt sticking out of the armoured plates of the thing that was holding her that she realized what was going on.
Ana hissed and blew steam at the crazy priest uncoiling from the woman. She wouldn’t stop her assault on him until he fell to the ground his skin blistered and cooked for the most part. The woman tried to dislodge the blade and found Ana whipping her large head around and hissing in pain but the site of the followers storming up the stairs caused her to grab the woman and take to the air. She flew to the beach the mainland and broke into a beach shop that was closed prior to a large dragon tearing through it. Once the woman was dressed she wrapped a sarong around the wound and attempted to pull the blade again. “It’s no use for your hands and I thank you for trying but you also need medical attention that I cannot give. Call the police, don’t mention dragons but... point to the island you were on.”
She gave it a moment before she flew off heading towards another island but with blood loos she found herself plummeting into the mouth of a cave, landing as gracefully as she could she used her beak and pulled the dagger out of the plates before crawling to an open place where the sun would catch her when it rose. There the great serpent lay bleeding but not heavily.
PB Name: Megan Fox
Pictures:
The woman
The warrior
The dragon
The ‘goddess’ as depicted by the Toltec
Age: 2,150
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Power Level: Ancient.
Kind: Rare breed of Air Dragon.
Description:
Human- As a woman Ana has always appeared fairer than those that surrounded her. Known for her striking lapis lazuli eyes and pale skin always a constant contrast to her long dark hair. She holds soft features that taunt and tease most men into believing her something akin to an angel, full near pouting lips constantly hued with a glittering red granting her the appearance of the story book’s damsel in distress; Snow White. As a woman she holds curves in all the right places, long shapely legs that are often shown off even more so in these modern times. She stands an even five foot five inches in human form, average enough for any person and not overly tall that she can’t add a couple inches without surpassing most men when wearing heels.
Dragon- An Air Dragon better known as ‘The Feathered Serpent’ once worshiped throughout Mesoamerica; no dragon truly hid their forms but as time went on the Dragons became bored and played and danced among their people, some becoming disenchanted with the lives and sacrifices being made in their name. She is a great serpent much like whom is thought to be her father. Green with a golden under belly, her wings are made of feathers when in out of the sun’s glory are brown, red and black but in the sunlight they become a marid of colours as the iridescent hairs reflects the sunlight. In her dragon form she has no arms or legs, she is quite frankly a winged snake. Her head is a mixture of a bird and that of a snake. She does have a beak like tip but her jaw extends into that of a more natural snake curling upward to the end appearing to be an ever present smile with overlapping teeth that show even when her mouth is closed. Upon the crown of her head between the laying horns is that of feathers that bristle or flare into a ridge. Her eyes become a red like her feathers and seem to have a level of ‘make up’ around them. Her feathers discontinue having a near two foot break before they begin again along her long neck and back. Her shoulders or where the wings begin are scaled like the rest of her yet the feathers spring forth from between the scales. Along the sides of her serpent’s body sprout the likes of feathers here and there but for the most part her body is roughly covered in scales that they themselves reflect the sun’s rays in a spectrum of colour. Giving the serpent the appearance of being multi coloured. She is unlike most dragons; the serpent is very versatile as her full length when relaxed and not stretched from nose to tip of tail is twenty-four feet but like any snake this can stretch to a near thirty five feet to move or wrap around prey and then constrict again, the thickest portion of her body is roughly fifty-eight inches circumference though this can expand to more than seventy inches depending on the fill of her lungs or the set of her ribs. The wing span from tip to curling tip is approximately thirty feet, no one has truly measured it. With lungs and an adjustable ribcage that runs the length of her body she can either puff up making her massive in appearance more than she actually is or flatten her body to almost glide through the air like one would slither upon the ground.
Hybrid- In this form her hair flares to a mixture of hair and feathers; horns appear over her brows stretching back and protecting her temples with their hard surface. Her legs merge and become a long whip like snake tail. The lower portion of her body is that of a snake and her upper body is a woman she has no other feathers in this form and is a rather fast swimmer as a serpent cuts through water. In this form she can also hide under the water and lay in wait as her lungs are extended to almost the full length of her body and her breath can be readjusted, her body using less oxygen. Her skin’s usual light brown complexion is visible around her eyes and stretching into the sides of her nose where as the rest of her is covered in the green and gold scales. Her features are mostly a harmonious mix between human and serpent, with slight differences. Her bone structure is more pronounced it seems that her nose and mouth extends more like that of the dragon and when viewed from the side this is so; watching her head on it is not so easy to tell. There are faint traces that her lips separate beyond the ruby red; the formation of the scales at this meeting part meld so well that the split is truly shown when her mouth parts slightly into an unnatural grin. Her jaw can dislodge itself to open wider allowing her to bite and coil even in this form. Her arms and hands are fully functional and in this form she uses weapons her spear in particular, though she has black claws capping each of her fingers.
Personality: Appearing to be not more than an over confident, powerfully sexy woman whom is entirely aware of her surroundings; she can be quite comfortable in the strangest of places, wearing very little or nothing at all. Some times coming off as being Egotistical and Vain. She has an unbreakable will, quite driven to do good and rid the world of impending ‘doom’ in what ever form it comes. Quite the intellectual, she has often found more pleasure in sneaking into human cities and learning about the world and its history. She never knows enough and often hungers for more but such is limited in the unknown world and so she often snakes into libraries just to read. She is ambitious but only to obtain new knowledge and often trades old world knowledge for that of the new. Always one to follow she knows where her strengths lay and has faith in those above her. She likes cooking Catfish over an open fire pit, electrocuting mosquitoes with the new ‘fandangle’ zapping racket (she thinks they need to make them large enough for the bigger more human sized blood suckers) and fruit... mostly Water Mellon. She dislikes rotten Mellon of any kind, raw catfish (too bitter,) senseless bloodshed and idiots she has no time for the last. There was a time when she believed that Humans would destroy one another yet there was hope when laws changed. Hope became despair when they began falling ill from Bio-warfare. She sees humans as the weakest species that needs to be protected from themselves and housed.
History:
It begins with a tale of myth, mentions of gods and mortals, a prize here and there and many cities that no longer stand far less exist. South and Central America was their playground and for the Four hundred ‘children’ of Mixcouatl it was more than enough running space or playing space as the case may be. The first four hundred did not have the powers that the serpents had and not all of them blossomed into the dragonic forms that they should have. In the end there were few that showed for all they were worth the forms of their father and of those that did it is said only one held feathered wings. He was majestic and for all the years before and all that would follow these would see the rise and fall of many kingdoms that wished to pay homage to their winged serpents of the sky.
Her father Quetzalcouatl left his father in Ujuxte and raised a great city with his serpent brothers and sister, and he called it Teotihuacan ‘birthplace of the Gods.’ With the help of the weaker humans of the land and their skills the four great serpents and their wives or husband raised the city from the ground and onto the people of their lands and city they bestowed a name; they were to be called from then on ‘The Toltec.’ While the Toltec and their gods prospered another was eying Ujuxte in disfavour; without his four sons to defend the great Ujuxte; it was open to attack. Although it would take several hundred years before Ujuxte would fall and be abandoned by humans and dragons alike. But long before it was abandoned the Clouded Serpent flew from the grip of his ground laden Son, a son whom had remarkable strength and was the natural twin brother of the feathered serpent, Quetzalcouatl yet held not the form he was called Tezcatlipoca. While the stories of the four hundred and the select few told by the humans vary, their lives were left to interpretation the truth of this tale will go unknown.
Mixcouatl settled in another land near but not all that close to his son Quetzalcouatl and raised yet another kingdom teaching the people how to build, claim and create. Build they did, it was to be a vast floating city in the midst of water with bridges that could be defended by the great serpent god. Mixcouatl’s reign there did not last long for he was followed by another long lived for Tezcatlipoca became more and more jealous of the great ‘serpent gods’ and their abilities to raise the earth in temples that dwarfed the land around it and to take to the sky striking down his own people stolen from the ranks of the living. Tezcatlipoca brought the great serpent to the ground sought to destroy it while raising the city into his own. Mixcouatl fell and in mockery of the greater Teotihuacan and Tezcatlipoca called this ‘new’ floating city Tenochtitlan and often pretended to be the voice of a greater Serpent God and demanded sacrifice to himself and while there were rituals in Teotihucan that called for the hearts of captured warriors, their ‘enemy’ they were not as brutal or blood thirsty as those in Tenochtitlan.
It was here in fifty BC that she was born in Teotihuacan; her Lapis Lazuli hued eyes shone, her skin incomparably pale against the copper of the people. She was seen as the god’s child and her mother was blessed by them. Skin of white gold and eyes of the midday sky with hair of the night; the older Anacaona came the more beautiful she was deemed. However at the age of seven her mother was killed by the invasion attempt of the Emperor of Tenoctitlan. To Anacaona her mother simply vanished, but her father was never the same. The Elder Dragon had began to falter fading in power. Her brothers often saw to her and raised their only sister. Often showered with gifts by the crafts men and women for she is the most likely choice for the emperor’s queen or his son. As was the custom when she was fourteen she was offered to and was taken by the emperor and would have been his wife in later years had he not been killed by poisoned hot chocolate. The emperor did not know of his allergy to pepper. With the new emperor also came the Rights of Ritual for the young Dragons those that were born. Left in an ‘abandoned’ city they changed alone; those that did change. Prisoners of war were set free to battle against the ‘gods.’
Knife against coil and fang. In the end none could tell who was once a serpent and who was mortal. Three of the original ten dragons stood she was among them. Her father landed and tore away the arm of a fallen man who was once a prince of the Aztec City of Tenoctitlan and a warrior that was fighting against the ‘gods.’ He became a man himself and removed the bracelet setting it upon his daughter’s tail where the very tip of it curled in such a fashion to keep the gold from falling. The bones readjusted as he pushed the second ring higher and the gold remained set as it was. “Your mother would have wanted you to keep this.” he whispered to her. Anacaona never did truly know her mother her brothers often told her stories of the emerald serpent of the Earth. From then on Anacaona was worshiped under the same umbrella as her father if not beside him and seen of as his new wife in the neighbouring villages.
In Teotihuacan she was seen of as the Great Goddess from whence fertile waters flowed into their lands keeping the farmlands green and prosperous. She was worshiped separately and for all that she did or did not do she was viewed as doing great things for her people. They say the Emerald Serpent left for a divine journey and returned to them with great feathered wings, adorned upon her by her husband. This tale only enflamed the Warring gods of Tenoctitlan. They demanded that warriors go into the lands of Teotihuacan and capture all the people they could to sacrifice to the gods to appease them. While the Toltec and the Aztec were fighting Tezcatlipoca slipped in and captured Anacaona, for he knew of her tales and he knew which beauteous maiden he was searching for. The way in which the young dragon was taken was one that would have killed her. As the tale goes Anacaona was in her human form when he tore into her flesh and drank deeply from her blood. Tezcatlipoca then disappeared into the night taking his ‘brother’s’ daughter with him. Tezcatlipoca then changed his name to Ilhuicahua Tlalticpaque which translates to ‘Possessor of the sky and earth.’ The massive feathered serpents took to the sky and invaded the land of the Aztecs. A fight took place between the ‘brothers’ in the end Tezcatlipoca lost his foot as Quetzalcouatl clutched it in his massive jaws as tore it free of him and Anacaona was rescued.
Her brothers bore her to the ‘City of Gold’ never resting as they flew the night to take her there. Quetzalcouatl never made it; his injuries were too great. On their return to Teotihuacan they found their father and gave him the burial that was meant for him and his queen in the underground temples. The great Serpent rested alone within the tomb where he is worshiped above. But as time went on the Dragons faded more and more into myth. They kept their human forms and took positions as warriors; between the wars and battles with those that called for blood sacrifice; those that demanded such.
The blood feud that broke out centuries before continued into the lives of those that followed. Anacaona and her brothers fought against those with an unnatural taste for blood and death. Wars broke free spattered throughout the entire selection tribes and for many years the Dragons fought with the other; they fought with both weapons and that of their more natural given abilities. After a few decades or so of constant war the Dragons were victorious. Beating the others further north driving them away from the Southern lands. Leaving the original kingdom of Tenoctitlan to them while they took up residence once again in Teotihuacan or in the jungles where they could hide more easily. Of course both sides would claim victory saying that the Serpents surrendered the City and abandoned the people.
It wasn’t long after this end that the ‘Clouded’ ships of Cortez arrived and the city fell to the greed their people to severe illness. The Dragons stayed hidden and watched through the centuries, their cities fell or disappeared under mounds of earth while they remained hidden from the world keeping to their own. On more than one occasion has Anacaona watched from the mouth of the Amazon the ships upon which death sailed. What was left of the Dragons faded into death and those that remained separated into the lands of mist where up to this day Explorers still haven’t touched or reached. Villagers tell stories of giant serpents called Anacondas that can swallow a man whole should they be crossed. Wither these are stories or fact none truly know, giant discarded skins were found every once in a while along with giant feathers often thought to be from a condor.
Many, many more years past and while explorers discovered and used every inch of the known cities of Mexico, Anacaona was learning about the other side of the world and the history there. She heard of the gods of the east that seemed much like herself but she never travelled there to learn if this was where her mother may have been from. It was only in the early twenty-first century that explorers discovered that the pyramids of their great cities held more than rituals on the surface. She has on more than one account been a tour guide and an archaeologist’s hand suggesting dig sights that prove very fruitful expeditions. Feathers were found around the temples grounds and sold as souvenirs. It wasn’t something that she had wanted but it was something that did happen and while she was able to obtain most of them a few found their way into the hands of a witch who was all to keen on summoning whatever creature bore the large plumes. Couldn’t be anything but a bird right?
Anacaona was ripped from a world she could understand and was plunged into another world all together. She was being worshiped as her father and how his brother had them believe they should be. Such actions only brought her anger and to those gathered she poured her wrath. The sacrifice was rescued and returned to the mainland and she took to the sky but came crashing down into the lair of another dragon that was hidden in the volcanic tubes of an island. Too injured to move she became a human as the change would stem the bleeding but do nothing for the hunger she had worked up. The Dragon was known as Xenophon. They were more than attracted to one another though Anacaona knew that could spell disaster for her. She told him of what was sure to find her there and still he held her close and protected her even in the small waking moments she had in the safe arms of her Mate.
Her mate became King of the Dragons of Florida and she was then his Queen. Though Xenophon did not learn of Anacaona’s past at first she was soon to share it with him when he questioned why she missed the ruins so. Anacaona then explained in great detail the life she lived and the city in which she had been born. Xenophon’s Mate was not just an awe inspiring dragon to the humans; to the Toltec but she was a Goddess that provided and protected her people. It appeared that she had always done that and had some form of a reprieve when the vampires moved north and left Mexico and the ill baring sun to what was left of the Dragons and their followers. Anacaona avoided vampires as best she could but with her being there she had a few run ins but most were resolved without the drawing of blood or the letting of steam. One or two became steamed bits but they lifted scales and drew blood.
The world was tilting and climates changing, for Anacaona this was devastating for she had wanted to return home now she missed it even more; she became withdrawn and often lay unmoving by a fire taking comfort in the flames but never letting them close to her skin. There was a small celebration between the pair when the world outlawed Atomic and Nuclear weaponry but then came bio-warfare, humans began falling ill it began with so few as they were small attempts at such and as they would continue to experiment with bio toxins till there no hope of healing or creating an antibody. It was when she became slightly ill due to the cold of their home and the even colder state of her own that Xenophon carried her north and gave to her a new ‘world.’ A new home he named it after her very first home. Their home was invaded one evening by another Dragon; a collector of pretty things. This collector learned his place at the hands of a warrior woman and that of a massive fire dragon.
As humanity kept falling due to more wars Ana and Xen were forced to go public as they were not falling ill and many believed they had the cure. Instead it was learned that they were creatures of Myth. With the help of her Husband Anacaona has again began nurturing the humans, she stands beside her King knowing that the world may rise from the ashes, or at least hoping that it would.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
New world strengths
- Degree in Archaeology
-- Specializing in Mesoamerica and ‘Ancient’ cultures.
-- Minor Egyptologist (Never obtained the courage to go and finish this.)
- Tour guide
--Degree in History specializing in Mexican and South American History.
- Paramedic
--Onsite Medic for Dig sites
- Columnist
--Astronomy
--Poetry
Old world Mesoamerica Warrior and ‘Medical technician’
- Astronomy
- Rhetoric
- Poetry
- Artful Seduction
- ‘Healing’ or Medicine
- Religion
- Warrior Training and Military Craftsmanship
-- She has been trained to not only fight with several kinds of weapons found in the Mesoamerica world for both war and hunting; she can and still knows how to use and make the variety of weapons listed below to understand what it is and how it is used and the training it takes behind each one.
Maquahuitl- This is sometimes compared to the sword, and it was a powerful, close contact weapon. Like the European sword, they came in two varieties - one handed and two handed. Made from wood (usually oak), they were about 3-4" wide and 3-4' long. The two handed versions might be slightly wider and as tall as a person. Embedded in the edges was obsidian (volcanic stone) or flint (often struck against another stone to make fire.) The maquahuitls were incredibly strong, and the Spanish claimed they could chop the head off a horse with one blow. They were sharp and the people of Mesoamericas knew how to use them. They could not thrust like a sword, and so they lent themselves to a different type of warfare. This weapon was also used as a club. Also in this ‘range’ of weapon was that of a Mace which was a carved stick roughly about the length of a common baseball bat with a rough obsidian or a jagged flint ‘ball’ upon the head used to crush the skull of her chosen opponent.
Tepoztopilli- Her weapon of choice when it came to battle. This is more commonly known as a Spear or a lance in the more known world. Hers was six and a half feet in length though it is said that they could be more than seven feet long. They were extremely sharp as they were tipped with flit blades usually measuring a foot in length. Hers was no exception beautifully crafted especially for that time the two pronged blade curled out and back upon itself. With a three inch separation between the two points upon the other end is that of a ring holding spikes of flint. The more common used by the mortals didn't have a small point as many spears one may be familiar with, but a blade a foot wide made of smaller stone blades. Theses spears were known to pierce the Spanish armour, and were sharp enough that the warriors could use them to shave. In this day the wooden shaft has been replaced by a black frosted metal holding much decoration at the hold points, beads and dangling tassels but the flint is still there gleaming and deadly still for it never dulls like metal that can be worn.
Atlatl- Essentially a stick with a handle on one end and a hook or socket that engages a light spear or "dart" on the other. The flipping motion of the atlatl propels a light spear much faster and farther than it could be thrown by hand alone. The atlatl was used in other parts of the world and is still used today for many purposes. The Mesoamerica artists often drew the gods with atlatls in their hands. Darts were used made from oak, single pointed with obsidian, flint, or even copper or bone. The propelled darts tended to be more powerful than arrows. Atlatls often had a symbolic significance, and some were made with great artistry. Olden day Snipers often used this weapon when engaging the enemy from a distance.
Tlahuitolli and Yaomime- Or the Bow and Arrow were common as well. The bows were five feet long, and the arrows were pointed with flint, bone or obsidian, and kept in a quiver (mixiquipilli) that some times held a mixture of poison and peppers at the base. As with all their weapons, the people of the Mesoamericas were very skilled in using the bow and arrow. It is believed that the arrows could fly 450 feet or more; such skills may have been lost as the ancient Mesoamericas no longer exist.
Tematlatl- Or slings made with fibres from the maguey plant were used to send stones flying toward the enemy. They were often thrown so powerfully and accurately, that they could do significant damage to a soldier in full metal armour. The Mesoamerica warrior didn't just pick up stones on the battlefield - they would be prepared ahead of time, carefully shaped stones were used to maximize the efficiency of the weapon. It is believed that the stones could be thrown farther than the arrows could be shot - perhaps over 650 feet.
Weaknesses:
- Isn’t too fond of powdered peppers (Black and white peppers found in most modern kitchens) they trouble her senses.
- Her skin is not as thick as another Dragon though there is some resistance to damage as her scales are more slippery than another.
- Can’t fly in the rain or when feathers are wet.
- Cold, while this is a standard it affects her more than others, serpents have to sun themselves more often than other creatures and have to maintain a certain temperature or else they over heat causing tissue damage or become too sluggish and ill if they are cold. The colder she gets is the more pale she becomes. It is mostly the reason why she sticks to the tropics.
- Moulting- feathers more than skin becomes a problem when feathers are more likely to fall without one knowing.
- As a rainforest dweller she doesn’t like fires, and will attempt to keep from them as they damage her scales and hurt more than it would another.
Powers:
Gifted in both ground and Arial assault- More than one would think. Extraordinarily pliable as any serpent is; she rises high and attacks with her jaws and then her long snaking body that coils and wraps around the chosen target ground or air she is not hampered in either instance. Her body can flatten to almost a curved sheet similar to a stylized ‘A’ where air is trapped below her belly and she can manipulate it to glide or dive. Ability of the serpent to resist crashing falls under this title as she can also ‘plop’ or drop in on someone from high above her body’s ability to absorb the blunt force of such an action taking the vibrations through the ever moving bone structure usually chuffing or sneezing steam as a release of the tension.
Strength- As with all dragons she has a strength that surpasses most. But unlike the others that are more common it doesn’t lye in the crushing force of her grip (though it is there too) but the constricting force of her coils, she is in all aspects a serpent. The natural anaconda has the crushing force of a school bus upon a man’s chest (9,000 pounds or a crushing force of 90psi) one can only compare the crushing force of a serpent of her size to grind bones to dust and reduce muscle to pulp and blood. In fact she could crush the bus easily or another dragon if she chooses but this is a very dangerous thing to do if the dragon happens to have a free arm or hind leg or even if its head is free it can cause serious injury to the serpent. But she has fine tuned her abilities so that crushing a victim is not her plan; suffocation usually is the flavour of the day or at least till the victim looses consciousness. For she can feel her victims’ heart beat and breathing through nerve endings that hide between and under the smooth shielding scales and when she feels the victim exhale her coils tighten until the lungs are completely closed so the victim can not breath in again and slowly suffocates. She can also feel when the prey's heart has stopped or slowed to suggest loss of consciousness and then either swallows it without risk of the victim putting up any fight or leaves the body where it was.
Smooth change- the transformation between human form and that of her snake is fluid enough, fast enough but for effect it usually starts with her eyes the pupil and then the Iris then the shape of her features as they elongate, her arms and shoulders readjust her neck elongating and her legs fusing together after such the change becomes quicker more fluid as much is absorbed to add to the woman to make her the large snake that she becomes.
Heat Distribution- Unlike most dragons her body heat is distributed in her spine, ribs and wings, the feathers locking it in and trapping it usually reflecting heat receptors. In her human form she is slightly warmer than that of another human perhaps she has had too much sun but at the winged serpent she is a lot cooler than she should be unless sunning but even then the heat is drawn in quickly and hidden within the many bones of her serpent’s body. Her scales absorbing heat and her muscles redistributing it so as not to become overheated or too cool which would also be a large problem.
-Control of Air-
Dragon’s Breath- Breathing fire is ‘not possible’ for flames do not come but a scalding steam does; a composite mixture of moisture and poisonous level of carbon dioxide found in her breath. Steam is mostly invisible to the eye, perhaps more deadly than flames for it can be breathed in... scorching the lungs and causing internal bleeding and subsequent drowning. This steam comes from a vent set under her forked tongue that isn’t always visible. The steam is some times shown coming through her nostrils upon either side of her pointed maw for effect. Her dragon’s breath or the steam often smells of Garlic as she likes eating it raw much like a human would eat a stack of chips this is a trait she has gotten from her father. The garlic is absorbed into a pair of sacks were if she were a natural snake venom would sit. The boiling fluid can be spat at opponents through the vent and used much like mace to other dragons in defence.
Air- being her more focused element she can do much more with this causing winds to blow adding lift for flight getting her off the ground faster than another or even stall another’s take off by rough winds or to hamper the progress of sailing ships causing them to be blown off course. Manipulations of air currents in storm clouds to create a static charge which must then be discharged usually in a lighting bolt and usually done to disrupt ‘man’ from destroying the rainforest with their machines that usually attract and are ruined by a lighting strike. The manipulation of the air currents to bring or dispel storms goes hand in hand with the legends of the Feathered Serpent. The control of air around her can also displace objects, knock over people and other things that she moves past or do nothing at all in the instance of a light breeze.
RP Sample:
One hundred years ago the sun had risen slowly in the sky, painting it in a ritual of colours, the blues and soft pinks, the yellow of the sun was disrupted as was the quiet by a rustle of feathers. A loud hiss and a sound that could not be described as anything but a rumble. The serpent lifted into the air with several powerful flaps of its wings, it’s long tail assisting in the launching to get it air born. Circling while bathing in the sunlight the large winged serpent ruffled her feathers and settled on a rock to sun the length of her body and absorb the heat from the rock through her underbelly. The day had begun for the dragon and the glorious sun was warming her from the night before.
Time would change and as would she drawing a pair of jeans over her legs, a conforming leather vest that laced in the front was placed over her torso. Over that a shirt with pockets. The items in the pockets said that today she was going to be a Tour guide. Jumping down from the rock she landed next to the jeep that she used to get around like a human. Driving into town she met with a local tour bus that was as all the others were brimming with Tourists that were practically leaning out of the window to get a shot of what she did not know.
Pressing her lips together she then grinned brightly. “Good morning everyone, My name is Anna and I will be your tour guide for-” she was cut off as her insides knotted “the day.” She frowned, well that was interesting, never felt that before. Shaking it off she smiled though it wasn’t the same. The Bus began moving and the tour began. “If you look out to your right you will see the-” she felt it again but luckily one of the tourist screamed and pointed almost like there was a movie star outside and they were all his clamouring fans. She smiled more forcefully and spoke once more. “Yes very good it is, and in the...” History crossed a fine line when her Dragon was engaged and drawn upon.
Pressing her hand to her forehead she steadied her breathing, what the hell was going on. Leaning against the rail of the bus while pictures flashed on the world outside the bus. The feel had gone faded entirely.
The tour continued normally from there on, the sun set and she was sitting at a camp fire with the tourist. Sharing food and drink there were many legends and ghost stories being told, one of an Aztec princess. It began only this time stronger, magic was surrounding her. The pain was extraordinarily real as the dragon was being pulled through the human skin. She ran from the camp as fast as her feet would carry her before her feet were no longer feet.
She coiled and meant to spring into the air, lifting her great wings. The earth was taken out from under and the serpent’s wings crashed into the roof of a stone building, the great feathers bending. Her body plopping onto the flooring of stone. Her eyes near glowing in her anger as she turned her head left and right she could see paintings of her temples but she knew this was new for the paint still smelled rancid. She heard the screams of a woman and moved to the opening of the temple she was summoned in. she rose behind the Priest that was accompanied by two others on either side of the altar. One holding the flint dagger of the old world; the other two holding the arms and legs of a young woman who was bare of most her clothing, it had been torn from her body and left in rags.
“Great Quetzalcouatl, we are your children and this sacrifice is for your honour. The Heathen we offer is supple, young and beautiful. If it pleases you... We will remove her heart for you to feast-” Her mouth opened and she hissed loudly it was only then her attention was drawn to the insane followers who oooed from below. But she was also drawn to the three dead bodies at the bottom of the stairs.
She roared and twisted her body around snapping at the throat of one of the men that was holding the girl down, he let the woman go. The woman continued screaming thinking the dragon was going to eat her she fought with the two men who tried to hold her still while the dragon attacked them nailing the other guy by pressing her beak though his skull. She was slashed at by the flint dagger. And she howled in anger, Her coils wrapped around the woman who was still screaming and raised when the man tried to stab the dagger into her. It was only when the woman could see the flint dagger’s hilt sticking out of the armoured plates of the thing that was holding her that she realized what was going on.
Ana hissed and blew steam at the crazy priest uncoiling from the woman. She wouldn’t stop her assault on him until he fell to the ground his skin blistered and cooked for the most part. The woman tried to dislodge the blade and found Ana whipping her large head around and hissing in pain but the site of the followers storming up the stairs caused her to grab the woman and take to the air. She flew to the beach the mainland and broke into a beach shop that was closed prior to a large dragon tearing through it. Once the woman was dressed she wrapped a sarong around the wound and attempted to pull the blade again. “It’s no use for your hands and I thank you for trying but you also need medical attention that I cannot give. Call the police, don’t mention dragons but... point to the island you were on.”
She gave it a moment before she flew off heading towards another island but with blood loos she found herself plummeting into the mouth of a cave, landing as gracefully as she could she used her beak and pulled the dagger out of the plates before crawling to an open place where the sun would catch her when it rose. There the great serpent lay bleeding but not heavily.
PB Name: Megan Fox
Pictures:
The woman
The warrior
The dragon
The ‘goddess’ as depicted by the Toltec
