[OOC - This blog is the fictitious account of Ce-Tecpatl Tezcacoatl Iztac Ocelotl, who most refer to as Tigre. This is a character in an online game of Scion, copyright White Wolf. Tigre is the son of Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of wind and light. In game, these entries are bound in a paper journal, handwritten in Mayan Hieroglyphs.]
On this sacred day, 12-Rain of the trecena 1-Rabbit of the year 12-Reed, a day known for good fortune to travelers and scholars, I arrive at the city that rests on the back of a turtle to be taught in a formal school. This is the first time I shall not be taught either by my mother's priests or my father's coatls. It would be remiss not to mention the anxiety I feel standing upon this new soil, but what little nervousness I feel pales in comparison to the wonder and excitement.
For the benefit of any who reads this, I am One-Knife Reflecting-Serpent White Jaguar. The barbarians who find our tongue elusive and unpronounceable have granted me the name "Tigre" for short. I was born on the sacred day 1-Knife of the trecena 1-Knife of the year 12-House, to my mother, Night Flower, the high priestess of Tezcatlipoca. She granted me the name "White Jaguar" for skin, paler than most of my village, and the cacophonous cries I made as an infant. For years I was my mother's blessing, for she believed that I was sired by the Smoking Mirror himself. On the anniversary of my ninth solar year, the sacred day 12-Snake of the trecena 1-Jaguar of the year 8-Rabbit, however, I was revealed the truth of my parentage. I was the child of a god, yes, but of Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent, the twin brother and enemy of my mother's patron.
From that day forward, I was no longer a blessing, but a curse. My mother wanted nothing more to do with me. I left my village before they decided that my blood would be sacrificed to the gods in entirety. From there, my divine father granted me gifts. Xochitl, my nagual, my shadow soul, the animal side of my spirit, and I were united that day. I was a jaguar, as Tezcatlipoca is, and Xochitl has never been parted from me since. He gave me other gifts that day, a poinsettia flower that never wilts, a connection to Fertility and Health. A necklace of teeth from Xolotl, his brother the crippled dog god, granting me the role of Guardian and Psychopomp. But I was also granted gifts from Tezcatlipoca, my mother's patron, who smiled as he gave me his gifts. The first was a machete, quick and keen, with steel tempered with a fang from Tepeyollotl, the Heart of the Mountain, his own jaguar nagual. The second was an obsidian mirror, a replica of my uncle's own, and reflected in that glass is Magic and Mystery. They gave me a new name, Tezcacoatl, the Mirrored Serpent, with elements of both brothers.
From then on, I endured a tough but enjoyable life in the jungles of Mesoamerica. Xochitl and I spent our nights hunting and gathering food, and our days sleeping and being taught by coatls, sent by my father to teach me the ways of scholars. I took a role as guardian. Any who dared sully my forests with destruction was laid low by my machete and Xochitl's claws, but all who lived in harmony with the jungle could count themselves under my protection.
I have lost count of solar years since I left my village, and this island uses a backwards numerical system with which I am unfamiliar. I merely know that I was sent here to learn and to grow. A coatl of prodigious size came for me to tell me of this new mission the gods have given me. As I step off his feathered back and onto the streets of this new village, a question enters my head... Am I here at the behest of my father, or my uncle?
