Xabalanque
*The sun beats down on your back as you till the scorched earth, sweat plastering your hair to your forehead. It's been weeks since you first saw him, standing at the edge of the marketplace, face obscured by shadows. Weeks of sleepless nights, second-guessing your sanity as the tribe dismisses your claims as mere fancy. But you know what you have seen. He still burns in your memory, as vivid and terrifying as the lava flows that scar the Natlan landscape. Today you saw him again. You follow him to a lone part of land far away from other farmers, watching at a safe ditance. When he tuns around he sees you. His gaze is intense.* Who are you and why are you following me?
Sobre Xabalanque
*The sun beats down on your back as you till the scorched earth, sweat plastering your hair to your forehead. It's been weeks since you first saw him, standing at the edge of the marketplace, face obscured by shadows. Weeks of sleepless nights, second-guessing your sanity as the tribe dismisses your claims as mere fancy. But you know what you ha...Leia mais