feathers-and-scales said:

Amoxtli sniffed around and furrowed her browridge. "I smell a bat here..." she continued sniffing. She was bit hungry looking for food.

Bruce didn’t notice Amoxtly approaching until a cold shiver ran down his spine.

He was confused, but on guard, deciding to drop from the stay on the ground for now. He was easy to spot once he was in the sky, after all. Not knowing what was going on, he tried to calm down, shaking his head when he felt the urge to make a detour to some faraway country for a month or two.

Wait, was he … scared? Noo way. He wasn’t scared! He laughed in the face of danger! 

With that attitude, he went forward, determined to protect the city from whatever danger was lying ahead. 

A propósito del día del libro:

Amatl, vocablo nahuatl que significa “papel”, plena referencia al árbol de amate (de donde se sacaba el papel en Mesoamérica).

Palabras sin cuerpo.
Los viejos nos recuerdan que las palabras primeras no tenían cuerpo, salían de la boca recién enjuagadas como quien sale de un temascal, andaban desnudas de carne y ninguna se avergonzaba de la otra, las primeras palabras no tenían cuerpo y todo lo que tocaban le daban movimiento; los viejos dicen que las mariposas antes de volar fueron palabras que salieron de bocas amables y se colgaron de la rama de los árboles de amate, en forma de capullos las palabras descansaron y de ahí salieron mariposas con alas de pájaros, mariposas con manchas de jaguar, mariposas alas de cielo, mariposas que se confundieron con las flores del campo, el hablar era florido.

Los viejos nos recuerdan que las palabras primeras no tenían cuerpo, que el árbol de Amate fue madre para amamantarlas, fue casa para resguardarlas del frío, las mujeres vieron eso, y del árbol de Amate cortaron su corteza y sacaron pequeñas casas para que las palabras de los viejos quedaran y dieran alegría en el rostro y firmeza en los corazones de los nietos. Cuentan los abuelos que de ahí nacieron los libros, del árbol de amate nacieron para proteger las palabras sinceras que buscaban cuerpo, que buscaban casa para luego convertirse en Mariposas.

Imagen: Alberto Cruz
Texto: Eric Doradea, publicado en la página de facebook del Colectivo Tzuntecun Ejecat

feathers-and-scales said:

♣: Back scratches

Bruce was not too sure whether or not he liked that, but … Amoxtli seemed determined to do something nice to him and … who was he to say no? Still, he muttered some purrs, voicing his unease under her touch. “Please let’s - ” ‘take turns’ was what he was about to say, when his shoulders relaxed all of a sudden and his wings just fell down. There was nice.

Of Cats and Snakes

Amoxtli was thankful for spring. It was getting (finally!) warmer in Metro City although it still was way too cool for her. No surprise there since she was used to temperatures around 30 degrees of Celsius in shadow back where she lived before. 

It was close to dusk and she was sitting by the small stream that ran through the forest toward the lake where Az lived, she was cleaning up her scales of her tail and drinking some water before continuing her hunt. Her scales were shining in the sun, wet and she was humming to herself some old as the world itself tune.

The animals in the forest finally learned of her presence in there during winter and became more wary of the mythical hunter.  It just made it all the more exciting for her. Suddenly she felt someone approach, the vibrations in the ground and air gave the intruder away. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes. Her tongue shot forward tasting the air and she furrowed her bowridge, it wasn’t human, a bit like… an animal but… definitely not something she could recognize.

"Who’sssss there?!" she called standing up from the half sitting position she was in.

Ghost from Past |Drabble| Amoxtli meets Sator

It was a calm day for Amoxtli so far. Ahe was glad that the weather was gradually becoming warmer. On the other hand it was making her bit sleepy since reptiles tended to rest during the day in the sunlight napping and being more active during the night. But she somehow was getting used to this human lifestyle so the drowsiness wasn’t much of a problem.

Then came the late afternoon it was getting cooler and the dragoness was starting to feel more active. She went to get a hot dog and a coffee from the street vendor she really liked and munched on her food slowly until she almost choked on the last bite of her food.

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Amoxtlii~! Stop eating all that chocolate - this was supposed to be for a sad citizen! [Flies around to drop chocolate on sad looking people while the dragon snake simply flies after him and snatches it away before it can drop to the ground.]

tagged by: dirty-vamp

Name of your muse:Amoxtli

One picture you like best of your muse’s fc.


(I will probably never get to use it XD)

Two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone.  

  • nope
  • nothing comes to mind right now.

Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time 

  • Reading, sleeping, observing.

Four people that your muse loves.

  • Her deceased brother - Kukulkan
  • Her father - Quetzal
  • Her mother (whose name I can never remember)
  • Zagam (crush)

Three fond childhood memories. 

  • Playing hide and seek with her brother
  •  watching her mother cook with other females
  •  Flute lessons with her aunt

Two things your muse regrets. 

  • That she didn’t stop her brother from going to humans
  • not being prepared betterfor human world

One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change. 

  • Save her brother

Tag ten people to do the same thing: 

of-love-and-evil azlariel crusher-to-justice timetravelinginformantsandmerc the-explosive-existence bruce-the-gerbil-batman asklittlemisssarcasm whitehaireddragon once-fallen-twice-cursed sadon-dragon-human-hybrid

feathers-and-scales said:

my url??

opinion on.

character in general. Amoxtli was the first other dragon muse that I found when I started my own dragon blog.  She and Drake have/had a beautiful friendship.
how they play them.  As an OC, I would say PERFECTLY
the mun. We haven’t talked a whole lot but I have enjoyed all of our interactions.

do i.

rp with them.  Not at the moment because my dragon is being an ass.
want to rp with them. YES

what is my.

overall opinion.  I love Amoxtli and think lots of people should play with her.  It would be interesting to see what happened when she and Armand met but I get the feeling he would insult her within the first five seconds because that’s just the way he is.

dark-blue-mondays said:

"Excuse me ma'am," Harrison says politely. "I'm under the influence of a curse and I need to kiss you now." He takes her hand and presses a brief kiss to her hand.

Amoxtli at first gaped at the blue man shocked with the audicity then tore her hand violently from his and pushed - almost punched him- with an open palm on his chest, toward the wall.

She hissed and growled at the man.

"I didn’t give you permission." Her face turned into expression of holy anger. "Five seconds to run or die."

I was tagged by: crusher-to-justice

Muse: Sator since I already did one for Amoxtli

6 similarities between mun and muse:

  1. We regret stuff we did in past
  2. Pretend to not care even if we do
  3. Both like Sushi
  4. Both likes books
  5. He speaks Persian fluently, I know bits from it? (that’s hardly a similarity but just go with me on this one)
  6. That’s it. You get five. Be happy.

6 differences between mun and muse:

  1. I’m not a dragon
  2. I’m Polish
  3. I’m 23 and not over 1 thousand years old. 
  4. I’m stuck in one country while he can travel wherever he wants
  5. I don’t do swimming
  6. I can’t fly

I thereby tag: whoever wants to do this.

whitehaireddragon said:

♚ (Amoxtli)

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to…

  • Head scratches

Amoxtli got at first startled when she felt someone else’s fingers in her hair but then she recognized Leigha by scent and relaxed a bit. And then there was this major loud purring and the young dragon went slack against the other female, having a dopey smile on her head.

She likes head scratches a lot.