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Xhocoatl - Male - Yellow Anaconda/Cat Hybrid

For almost about a year now, Xhocoatl had no idea who he was. Losing Medusa to Stheno and her damned games was the first nail, losing his identity with a stranger was the last. He had nothing but his name, Xhocoatl, and his physical identity. Aside from those, as well as memories of the hell before home, he had nothing. Wherever these tracks led, he was determined to make a name for himself, to find himself among whoever called the end of these tracks home.

Tide was rather low, thank god, so he was able to traverse without wet paws. He loved water, yes, but he hated salty water. He shook his head gently before raising it to meet the ancient gateway, eyes settling on it and the island that was behind it. As he approached, he saw the bell. He slowed to a stop. Should he ring it?

Seeing that nothing else could really go wrong if he rang the bell, he reared onto his hind legs and pulled down the rope of the bell harshly, ears flattening down at the resonating ringing. He sat down at the tracks, tail coiling around him tightly, eyes scanning the area.

"Speech"