Redsand Canyon [m]windborne

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Her tongue still hurt, but it was healing. She could speak again, with some exceptions. Her s’s still weren’t the greatest, but she was managing.

Up until she woke up and found her inner legs on fucking fire. Kaelan jumped up, expecting to find an entire hill of fire ants crawling over her cooch, only to find nothing but a surprisingly strong scent, and a trickle of blood. Now, for all of her seeming simple-mindedness, Kaelan was far from stupid. This time of year was quite something indeed.

She laughed, a strong, harsh sound, at the thought. The season had drawn her number, maybe in response to the in heat stranger that had come by, and Kaelan couldn’t help but feel like this couldn’t have come at a better time. How better to entrench Tikal and serve her ajaw than by giving strong children to the land.

But where to go? The godless lands? Take her chances with the men in the canyons? The indecision halted her in her tracks with thought, and she stood upon the pathways, trying to think, but finding it hard.

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a scent; all too familiar slithers thru the redsand canyon, drawing ajaw to follow the trail.

this time, it is not a stranger but a holcan.

the godking — enchanted — draws nearer with a low rumble in their throat.

It is ajaw who comes, drawing near to her. She trembles with the feeling of their godhood, ducking her head almost shyly.

There is no need for words if ajaw forgoes them, and she rumbles a greeting, offering a quick clatter of her teeth and a small string of drool from under her tongue. Kaelan’s tail did several quick windmills, her posture open, inviting.

To call ajaw to her in this time, it gave her something of an ego boost.

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they might notice, later, that they did not greet her as they usually would.

it is not words that ajaw desires; only the heat of her body.

but even gods must seek permission and ajaw holds firm to traditions they are bonebound to.

kaelan's posture is open, inviting and they draw nearer still to press their nose to her cheek, to brush it up towards her ear where they would nip; a low rumble of yearning snaking up their throat.

The god is under her heel, but Kaelan does not dig down. She feels power, but she does not taste it. Instead, she finds ajaw a mirror of her own wants.

What better way to secure Tikal. Give ajaw divine children.

Kaelan clicked her teeth, swinging her haunch to butt against ajaw’s side, as gentle as she could manage.

she bumps her hip against their flank and kukulkaan's black, leathery nostrils flare; each nerve alive with yearning. familiar and demanding like a hungry python's jaw; unhinging.

in this moment they are only the feathered serpent, kukulkaan; beloved ajaw gone in the rousing of the true, hungry god that lives within prison of mortal flesh and bone.

everything primal in them yawning awake; rearing back and striking quick.

kukulkaan's hold is not gentle as she is drawn into their embrace.

when nature allows them to part, it is ajaw that circles around to press their forehead to her's; an unspoken gesture of gratitude filled with the hope that from this union divine children would be brought forth.

It was wild. A whirlwind.

Kaelan leaned into it with all of her fervor, allowing the touch of ajaw to carry her further, seeing the end of that horizon. She couldn’t help but feel special, in some odd way.

She leaned into the touch of Kukulkaan when their forehead met hers, a low, happy rumble leaving her throat as her tail began to wave once again. She would smile, quick, then reach her mouth up to snip her teeth gently in the air around her ajaw’s nearest ear.

The children that could come from this, the divinity in their veins. Kaelan couldn’t wait.