caxtöllihuance. video.

[leadsthestars]

[Coyolxauhqui's seated on a plush-looking pile of cotton textiles in a nondescript area of the Barge, casually sipping on some sort of frothy concoction. Her skin is cut to ribbons - ears, arms, legs, but she's scrubbed and polished and looking pleased with herself. She sips on the drink and then speaks, her voice sounding like her tongue might be

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Nahuatl

[stopthat_destro]

What is this place? It has plants, and yet it is lifeless.

Nahuatl

[leadsthestars]

It is called the Barge, and it is a prison. It floats in the sky where there is no stars.

It is the place between Life and Death.

Nahuatl

[stopthat_destro]

It is unnatural, to lie between Life and Death.

Nahuatl

[leadsthestars]

I know. I would rather be dead. [AKA Tell me about it. :|]

I heard your vessel is somewhat...lacking. How unfortunate.

Nahuatl

[stopthat_destro]

A reflection of the nature of this boat. It has been too long since a tribute has been made. The blood of a worthy sacrifice will revitalize me. [OR SO SHE THINKS.]

Nahuatl

[leadsthestars]

No, you have simply chosen poorly. Tribute cannot fix the damage done to the body you now inhabit.

But tribute will be made, I promise you.

Nahuatl

[stopthat_destro]

[BOOO. SHE'S STUCK WITH THIS CRAP BODY. What's that word that one woman taught her?] Fuck. [Yes. That's satisfying.] Then I will do what is within my means. [Which is: MORE JEWELRY AND PRETTY THINGS.]

Good. Then I will return to the kitchens to prepare for the oncoming feasts.

Nahuatl

[leadsthestars]

[Hearty chuckle] Who taught you that word?

Nahuatl

[stopthat_destro]

A vulgar woman. I did not get her name.

Nahuatl

[leadsthestars]

It is a common vulgarity here. I am certain you will fit right in soon enough.