Zyanya Tepin

Listen Children to a tale, come sit by the fire and I shall tell you a story. A story of what once and what soon came to be. A tale of a Lost Guardian, a tale of a rebel and hopefully one day, you will understand the value of the message that lies in this tale. It all starts back in the old days, days before men were so cruel, before the Spaniards brought vast changes to our world. It starts in the jungles of Central America. The old temples, there are still some that have not been found, thanks to our magic.

Firstborn
The jungle was vast, and humans scarce. The pards ruled the ancient world, what humans there were, served the pards. The Were-jaguars were revered and honored, and protected their own, including the humans. They were leaders of men, gracious rulers, harsh task masters, and above all worshiped the god that had created them. But then the problems arose. The Spaniards crossed the ocean looking for their great cities made of gold. They brought things that the Jaguars didn't understand. Sickness, guns, and armor. The Great Hunters and their cities of gold fell to the conquest of these invaders.

They made a vow, to protect what was left of their ruined cities and their people, regardless the cost to themselves. So they retreated into the vast jungle. But time brought more people, and soon the vast jungle was retreating and being raped for everything it could give. So the Jaguars split and spread out among the humans. Pretending to be them, playing at forgetting what they were. But a few remained to fulfill their oath. The guardians of the lost.

The Guardian Pards, are still few and every few years, send out their young into the world to find new blood among the rest of the world. Those that their god sees fit to bring into the world as a jaguar. They have strict codes and ethics, their laws stating that they may only mate with their own, or a human that bears their blood, in order to preserve the knowledge of their undertaking. You may find some of the working around the old temples or even looking for the lost artifacts of their race. But constantly, they keep in touch with their own world of vast jungles and ancient temples.

Zyanya Tepin, was born of one of these elusive pards, firstborn of her litter. Marked with the touch of the Jaguar god. She was special. And for that reason, they tried to keep her in the ancient world. But being young and rebelous, she refused, and like a jaguar began to refuse to be tamed this way. She ran head on into world to find her own way, keeping in touch with her family and pard. Constantly, she goes where the wind blows and change is certain, like the god of old. Some say, she hears his voice whispering in the breeze and follows his orders. But the firstborn race, and don't let the werewolves fool you into thinking they were here first, will always be like that.

Atlanta
Now children, the intro to our story is just about over. The winds of change had blown hard as the young Zyanya moved along the central americas and up into the wide and vast world of the United States. Her travels taking her and finally having her end up in Atlanta. The Jaguar God called his warrior priestess and she followed. This is where the true story begins.

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