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Aztlan background story
12 years ago
Once upon a time Aztlan was not his name. Once upon a time he was blue cat of average height. Once upon a time he was a happily married man, and a father trying to get it right. But that all ended and went away.
His wife changed, took an eye for another and divorced him. Then changed again and took the children and moved over the hills and far away.
With his life fallen apart, and no one to notice, he sought to go to a festival on the other side of the county. To enjoy himself, see some lovelies and maybe indulge in a one night stand. Perhaps, if he was lucky he thought, if he could stand to.
But he didn't make it there. He met a woman who offered to take him there while he was looking to buy transport there. She seemed but a ruff girl, interesting, and exciting, and maybe the answer to what he dreamed. He couldn't tell what she really was, one of the fae. And so it took longer on the road there than it should have, and got dark before it aught have. And the camp sight 'midst the desert sands that they stopped at was not here.
There in that place that was her domain, She did with him what was her want. Changed him at a pace he did not notice. More handsome, much taller, more leonic. Larger than life a pet avatar of The Unconquered Sun, on so velvet a leash, he did not know, and as he slept, a bonfire. This over what she did not let him notice was a great time of the same day folded over upon itself.
And then one day she just wasn't there. The dream of a voice woke him, the voice of his son calling for dad. He did not notice that the camp fire that he got up from was himself. He looked but did not find his son, or "Her". He found instead another lass, who told him where he really was, and the danger of staying any longer. She told him that she was once like him but had stayed to long and could no longer leave, but she could show him the way. So it was that she led the way past many a toil and danger, each he gamely won through. Each time impressing her more. And so when they reached the boundary between Home and That Place they stopped and took some time of each other, a grand memory as she could not follow after.
So as he set foot once again on home soil, the reality of it all closed in on him. What he had become, what he wasn't, and how little he resembled himself. And as he looked back behind him further horror befell, as she stepped out past the boundary. A winsome visage immediately replaced by a wicker form, brittle and snapping and falling, spilling out dried leaves and twigs. On some a certain flash of white quickly turning to sand.
His wife changed, took an eye for another and divorced him. Then changed again and took the children and moved over the hills and far away.
With his life fallen apart, and no one to notice, he sought to go to a festival on the other side of the county. To enjoy himself, see some lovelies and maybe indulge in a one night stand. Perhaps, if he was lucky he thought, if he could stand to.
But he didn't make it there. He met a woman who offered to take him there while he was looking to buy transport there. She seemed but a ruff girl, interesting, and exciting, and maybe the answer to what he dreamed. He couldn't tell what she really was, one of the fae. And so it took longer on the road there than it should have, and got dark before it aught have. And the camp sight 'midst the desert sands that they stopped at was not here.
There in that place that was her domain, She did with him what was her want. Changed him at a pace he did not notice. More handsome, much taller, more leonic. Larger than life a pet avatar of The Unconquered Sun, on so velvet a leash, he did not know, and as he slept, a bonfire. This over what she did not let him notice was a great time of the same day folded over upon itself.
And then one day she just wasn't there. The dream of a voice woke him, the voice of his son calling for dad. He did not notice that the camp fire that he got up from was himself. He looked but did not find his son, or "Her". He found instead another lass, who told him where he really was, and the danger of staying any longer. She told him that she was once like him but had stayed to long and could no longer leave, but she could show him the way. So it was that she led the way past many a toil and danger, each he gamely won through. Each time impressing her more. And so when they reached the boundary between Home and That Place they stopped and took some time of each other, a grand memory as she could not follow after.
So as he set foot once again on home soil, the reality of it all closed in on him. What he had become, what he wasn't, and how little he resembled himself. And as he looked back behind him further horror befell, as she stepped out past the boundary. A winsome visage immediately replaced by a wicker form, brittle and snapping and falling, spilling out dried leaves and twigs. On some a certain flash of white quickly turning to sand.
