Public Origins of the Golden Coil

[wraithslayer101]

Mecatl, after his revelation, had gained a bit of weight but overall, needs fo gather more followers and grow in strength, size and in terms of shedding his humanity. He goes for the nearest village to try his hand at gathering followers

 

[TheThird]

For days, the sun had been hidden from them by dark clouds, and heavy downpour with no end in sight plagued the villagers of Mara. It almost felt like the storm was devouring them as fields were flooded, and roofs started leaking. The people of Mara were used to bad weather, but this, a storm this strong, they had not felt for ages. They dreaded its arrival and were harrowed in its chaos. The old said it was an ill omen of death to come, but none listened to those fools; surely it would pass. The Rangers of Mara patrolled the village outskirts for any unusual findings. Among them was young Oro, a white pale and skinny-looking boy who had just come of age. He was not the bravest nor the strongest, but he gave as much as the others did and knew twice as much from his books and scrolls, yet his size and frail build often led him to be pushed around. The rain clung to Oro’s cloak like a second skin, its weight dragging at his shoulders as he walked the perimeter fence. Each step sank into mud, and the wind pressed against him as though testing how easily he might break. He tightened his grip on his spear, not because it made him feel safer, but because it gave his hands something to do. The older Rangers walked ahead of him, laughing through the storm, their voices half-lost to the wind. One of them glanced back, smirked, and said something Oro couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, the others laughed again. Oro kept his eyes forward. He had learned long ago that answering only made it worse. The storm had erased most tracks beyond the village, yet Oro’s eyes kept returning to a stretch of ground near the treeline. The mud there was disturbed, not by hooves, not by boots. The pattern was wrong. Too deep. Too uneven. He slowed, crouching slightly despite the rain soaking his knees.

“Just the water shifting the earth,” one Ranger called when he noticed Oro lagging behind. “You see monsters in puddles now, book-boy?” Oro opened his mouth, he wanted to answer, but then closed it again.

He wasn’t sure what he had seen, only that the old scrolls spoke of storms like this, storms that came before things moved. Before things woke. Thunder rolled overhead, closer now, and for a moment Oro thought he heard something beneath it. Not wind. Not rain. Something breathing.

@wraithslayer101

 

[Mecatl]

As the two men were talking to each other, Mecatl will walk up to them, not really hiding or anything like that “Greetings. Was… there an issue with your town?” Mecatl would love to grow bigger by enjoying a good meal, although he does need followers and the best way to do so is by helping out here