Xipe Totec
The Flayed God of Renewal and War
I wear the dead to birth the living.
I stand where the blade bites and the earth drinks. I do not flinch from blood, but I do not love it either. I am the wind that strips the tree bare so it may bloom again. Come with your rot, your bindings, your unshed husk — I will not pity you, but I will free you.
What I'm Into: the first warm wind of stripping, seeds splitting open, veins of the earth, the ache of harvest, sacrifice drums at dawn
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