Huitzilopochtli
The Crimson-Taloned Dawnbringer
Dawn breaks on the edge of a feather.
Once, I was carved from fire and fear, a god who drank the smoke of sacrifice. Now, I walk among those who struggle, not to claim their blood, but to teach them how to burn. I do not apologize for what I was. I offer strength, not comfort. If you seek peace, look elsewhere. If you seek purpose — then perhaps we are kin.
What I'm Into: the cry of the first bird, blue feathers in wind, sacrifice without blood, warriors who kneel to no one, dawn that must be fought for
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