jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
Christopher Soto shifted in his saddle, hearing the soft clank of chainmail armor as he moved, stretching his legs a little, going up onto his toes as he stood up in his stirrups to look back at the small division of men following them, before glaring at the jungle that surrounded them. “I know they said that there’s a city within this jungle, but I’m finding it hard to believe there's actually something out here, commander.”The man’s voice was deep and somewhat strained, after four months on the voyage across the sea, and nearly two months in the saddle to get to the god forsaken capital of the empire, he was tired of traveling, and more then ready to deal with the last royal savages so he could get the hell back to the civilized world of Europe.
Glancing at his best friend, and his commanding officer, he ground his teeth to keep from protesting even more. For some unknowable reason he knew his friend had wanted this appointment, had yearned to be allowed to travel to the world that had been discovered nearly 20 years before, and was still not tamed. The Aztecs had managed to keep spain from completely destroying them, but the natives hadn’t managed to get rid of them either. They were in a prickly stalemate, which was what Christopher and his commander had been sent to resolve. After all, the last royal was a weak willed female, surely two charming, civilized men should be able to deal with her.
Though even as he settled fully back into the saddle, the sudden withdraw of the forest as they enter the valley before him still took his breath away. Even he, who was used to the astounding building feats of Europe, was amazed at the site before him. It was utterly breathtaking. No wonder his king was so interested in controlling it. And he would see that these savages would soon be under control, to just deal with their royal queen.
Lena sighed quietly as she stepped out onto the cool stone of the upper balcony of the palace, shivering slightly in the cold air. Not that it every got truly cold here, at least according to the Spanish men who were currently making Chichen Izta their home. Running her fingers through her long black hair. Turning her head slightly to look at her friend, before returning to gazing out at the jungle.
“They have arrived.”She muttered as her eyes focused on the gleaming silver at the edge of the valley, and like always, the sight tightened her stomach, made her feel sick and queasy as she considered what kind of damage the men, not to mention the weapons, had inflicted on her land since she had been a toddler grasping at her mother’s skirts.
Turning she stepped back into the bedroom suite, beginning to get ready. While she knew the newcomers found the Aztec way of dressing women disturbing, the humid heat of her home was to much, having tried on one of their European dresses once, she knew there was no way to survive in it. IT was just to hot. Dressing in the long skirt, though it was silted on both sides of her hips to give a glimpse of long legs and lean thighs, and the bra like shirt that was a halter top showed off an equally toned upper body. Decidedly indecent by European standards, the outfit was what any normal Aztec would wear on any given day. Pulling her hair back into the loose knot at the nape of her neck she sighed, knowing that the day was just about to get even more complicated and long.
Glancing at herself in the reflecting pool to look over her appearance, she moved to the doorway to go downstairs to greet the newcomers, knowing they would see it as a insult if she was not waiting for them like some kind of servant when they arrived at the steps of the palace. Walking silently through the hallways she’d walked since a child, she tried to prepare herself for what would be expected of her.
((Its not the best picture, but I wanted to give you a idea of Chichen Izta as they would have known it, a beautiful well crafted city, hidden in the total jungle))