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Part One

Cities of the Jungle

The jungle - deep and almost impenetrable to ones who are either ignorant of its dangers or simply lack the proper care on how to find oneself. Neither of these attributes would you find among the people living there, as it is the jungle to be their home - along with treacherous mountains and lush-green plains, housing the well-hidden settlements. One of a such was Zipahual.

Zipahual was like all cities that were inhabited by the natives: the Guapari, who resembled macaws of various colors - and Pascapyas: the calm capybara-like denizens. Only the Guapari could enter the Tall City freely, as opposed to the Low City, predominantly inhabited by Pascapyas, that was open to whoever desired There were also many different roles in the syncretic society were restricted to the proud birds. That didn't mean any sort of discrimination, as both taken their places quite seriously and to many Guapari it would be outright affront to mistreat the subservient. Not that a lot of Pascapyas also served as envoys due to their extremely peaceful nature.

However, there were exceptions on certain Pascapyan roles that granted them entrance into the Tall City - the extraordinary honor beyond the commoner's understanding. Such as being personal servants to the high priest and all other priests connected with ceremonies and astronomy.

And such a female capybara servant worked for one of the priests, tendering the heir ever since hatch. Izatma, as it was the heir's name, was supposed to go into father's steps and to be raised and continue the bloodline's tradition. He was a short fuzzy fluff made of all variants of blue, mostly after mother as Teclu was red and blue. Only a small area of red feathers at the top of the kid's head was sign of the father's blood.

As for the Pascapyan girl was young and healthy and those were the reasons why Teclu took her. Not only to pamper the son but also for more... personal interest, to disdain of Teclu's wife.

"Priest..." the girl bowed once Teclu entered the chamber. The male already noticed the serene silence then smiled to the Pascapyan young woman. She already knew what that mean. "...I don't bleed anymore, if that's your question."

Teclu smiled and slowly leaned against the girl.

"It's already two springs and you know everything I want to ask before my words leave the beak. You are almost like a second wife to me," the priest joked while touching her breasts. Like every Guapari, he had an extraordinary interest into the non-bird breasts that were slightly more round.

The girl flustered a bit and looked away. In return, the man brushed his black beak against Chira's face.

"Not here, master." she said. "I just put your son to sleep."

Teclu smiled to his servant and lover, nodding. The last thing he would ever want was to be disturbed. "Well then, it's not like my little Izatma would run away from the crib. Let's just go into room nearby and I shall gladly try to relax your... poor body."

"Only if you insist, master." Her voice was just a theatrical gig, as deep inside she desired every single moment with that man. Especially with someone of Teclu's position. Of all Pascapyas from the Low City - it was her to be chosen in the end. And it was Chira's life to be fulfilled.

They left the chamber to fulfill their own little lusts.

As they were busy in the other room, clinging to each other's bodies, the young Guapari kid woke earlier than before. Instead of crying for milk or food, the small bird got his curiosity focused on the light coming from the small balcony. Chira had no time to lock it, assured by the master that Izatma would be sleeping. Under normal circumstances that wouldn't be anything strange due to how much her ears suffered as the boy cried and cried before he finally fell to sleep.

But now, that balcony was open, within the kid's reach.

The young Pascapyan fluttered his tail a bit and managed to climb to the balcony to look at the world outside. The vastness made him a little dizzy, as he saw a lot of trees in behind the stone pillars. After a while he sat at the cold stone floor, watching how orange sky just contrasted to the green trees. He looked up and went even more dizzy, as the sky didn't seem to end over there and stood up, reaching his hand towards it.

A hand, which looked like leg talons but its arm had wings - like all Guapari. But in case of the kid, the wing just started to develop and wouldn't maintain his small plump body in glide, let alone a controlled flight.

Bored with the sky, he tried to look down and bowed towards the void. Before Izatma could realize with his small brain that wasn't as developed as his wings, there was black after the horrid whistling in the earholes...

Part Two

The Revered One

Not every Pascapya lived in Zipahual or any similar settlement in the vast empire consisting of these city-states. Quite the opposite: before these cabybaras came into pact with their bird neighbors, many of the Pascapyas lived in their secluded tribal societies. In fact, even after years of integration, only third of all living Pascapyas were co-existing with Guapari - rest being somewhat isolated in secluded societies that often traded with their "civilized" brethren, Guapari and other nations.

While all Pascapyan villages were mostly inhabited by them, there was one very peculiar exception. A small settlement, slightly a bit too far away from the usual trade routes, where all villagers catered a very strange creature that didn't look like themselves. Isolation - save for very few traders that came time to time - along with bland ignorance of everything outside gave very little insight on who the deity they somewhat revered was. The living god among all other gods, all feathers blue and a twisted wing that grew broken. That cult was born many years ago, out of sudden, as soon as a small blue Guapari kid was found floating in the river by one of the Pascapyan women who were "reed fishers" - in fact just gathering reed from water, only to prepared in various ways.

Even as a deity, the blue macaw had a very unusual way of being treated. In fact, aside of the overall respect and happiness of the wild Pascapyas, he was like equal to them - aside of being untouchable by customs. That rule, however, did not include the village elders who often went in and punished the deity if the blue Guapari went out of the line, especially in his early years.

Known under the new name, Tohil, the young adult bird reached his proper age for a while. Soon, his interest went into the Pascapya girls that attracted his eye for a longer while already, but the elders kept him away from them until proper time.

Even though the Guapari was unaware of his origin, remembering nothing from the time his mind "awoken" in the village after years, he knew something was off. That didn't disallow him having any female he desired. Not that he could give them any offspring, but he was said to give fertility when they later had their own men. On long run, that wasn't fulfilling to him.

But there was one exception among all the interested village girls.

There was a nice silent Pascapyan girl. She differed from all other villagers as she never allowed herself to become one of Tohil's "cult girls". Quite the opposite. Likely that was caused by the fact her family died a horrible death years ago, deep in the jungle so no one pushed her into the tribal rite of laying with the living god.

Tohil knew that and rest of the village treated her as an outcast. She also lived in the very end of the village, away both from the temple - which was just a simple yet bigger hut in the center, next to even bigger elders' building which consisted of several co-joined huts.

One day, he decided to visit her. The deity knocked at the entrance and peeked inside. Ixi, as it was her name, looked up. She quickly bowed her head and smiled at the blue macaw, standing up and standing closer.

"How can I help you?" her tone, unlike the tone of all other girls, was mostly neutral, almost as common as possible. It didn't bother Tohil - in fact, quite the opposite. He was somewhat glad no one flattened in front of him, and even if all other wild Pascapyas treated him as equal, they still revered him.

"I came to talk," Tohil said and sat next to her. She took a small inch back while still sitting, as if showing that she wasn't that easy to get. "To talk, I desire nothing of your body."

"It could be because of all these needy girls that need your seed in order to make them proper for their future males?" Ixi replied somewhat ironically, but didn't stop smiling. "I am sorry, Lord, forgive me."

"You are forgiven," Tohil said in equally ironical tone, what made them both laugh a little. His eyes went for her breasts, as usual. Yet the girl somewhat poked him into the beak, making him wake up a little bit. "I can't just stop thinking on how you're different from the rest of the villagers.

I mean, you do not treat me anything more but as "equal" equal, if you know what I mean."

The Pascapyan girl chuckled a little bit, what made the bird smile a little bit. "Of course I am different. They even talk about me as if I was ill or something. I am older than you, just by a little bit. But I still remember how you appeared in this village. Shortly after," she waved her hand around. "The famine that was happening in here was just gone. So they thought you were some living god. Are you a living deity?"

The bird looked at the floor, then shook his head. "I totally have no idea, in all honesty. But I am different than you," Tohil replied. "Or them. Yet they call me Tohil Pascapya: the New Pascapya."

"They never were original with names as far as I remember. My own name means breeze or something like that."

Tohil chuckled and crossed his taloned legs. "Do you think that I am good looking to you?" he asked.

Ixi looked at the blue bird and tilted her head. Then the female had peeked under the male's loincloth to what he just rose eyebrow. Then the Pascapya looked at him with her deep green eyes.

"You seem okay to me," the girl summed up.

"Only okay?"

"Maybe a little above average," she added.

The bird deity frowned upon Ixi but that reaction didn't really surprise the girl. Even better, it amused her to the finest. Before he could say anything, she took off her clothes and without much care she just presented herself to Tohil.

"Am I above average?"

Even though the young male had a lot of females, it took him by surprise so hard he couldn't utter a word for a longer while. When she cleared her throat, the blue-feathered Guapari blinked a few times and reached to her chest.

Ixi was a slightly different, as she had a bit cleaner fur than the other girls. Her red eyes were also quite uncommon and the villagers referred to such as gifted. Or cursed, depending if Ixi did something they wouldn't like. Either way, she was different not only in behavior but her appearance as well.

Like him.

That thought kinda froze his mind again, as he idly rubbed at the Pascapyan breasts. The girl had noticed a small movement under Tohil's loincloth and tried her best to keep a straight face, but it was her eyes to betray the girl's internal laughter.

"My eyes are up there," she joked and just casually sat there as the bird twitched his eyebrow a few times. If he was older, well... It would take his breath. Permanently.

"I am sorry, I just didn't expect you being so sudden."

"Around me, you may not expect many things. So be prepared."

Soon, their feathers and fur became locked in the most physical form of mutual understanding as the male and female, despite their differences as Guapari and Pascapyan. Their night became shared with no end, as their bodies danced locked together, their voices expressing the most primal music known to any creature in the world. A long night, untainted by any burden.

Part Three

Deviotious, Sacrilegious

The tall ocelot-like creature stalked its prey in a tall grass. The Mekosi people were known for their hunting abilities, be animals or people. Right now it was a very unlucky scaly snake. One of the best sources of meat in the vastness of the jungle that was all but friendly. Or at least friendly to the ones who knew what to do.

It was a very fast whistle through air, as the dart left the blowpipe. The snake did not even react to that before it fell down, paralyzed - then died in fast way as the poison spread across its body in the matter of seconds. The cat could gather his earned prey after a while and not return empty-handed to his small house in the trading post. Those were widely spread all over the forests and plains to provide the Mekosi quick shelter when the night was to fall.

One of them was just a longer pass along the nearby river. The unlucky snake was bound to a long rope and kept on Caclu's back. The other ocelots quickly noticed the prey and some of the younger Mekosi ran and jumped around the hunter in some sort of kid's dance. Caclu just laughed and shook his head, delivering the dead snake to the local butcher. The snake skin would serve as a good material or trophy - the meat... well, it was obvious what - or rather who - it would serve.

After the evening feast, Caclu was approached by an older Mekosi. His fur was rather shaded in whiter yellow and somewhat adjusted the elder's position on the long run.

"Listen up, young one... Our neighbors came to conclusion they need some new blood in their city, the Zipahual."

Caclu sat on the stone and listened to the male, who continued:

"New Pascapya males and females to be drafted from the wild would be the best to fulfill the order from Zipahual'kai, the people of the city..."

"Will I get drafted into the capturing then?" the ocelot adjusted himself and started to clean his fangs out of the snake's meat.

"No. Quite the opposite."

"...Oh?"

"Your job will be to find a village that wouldn't be really aware of the incoming capture. So we need your scouting capabilities." The elder looked at the fire in the middle of small area that acted as some sort of market.

"So my job will be to find a wild Pascapyan village deep in the woods, right? I should start looking next to the rivers since the uncivilized ones are trading to some extent, but don't mix up with the City Pascapyans."

"That's right, you learn well." The older male smiled and tilted his head. He looked at the younger hunter with some sort of jealousy since the young years were way behind. "One day, maybe, you will take my place as one of the new elders. In time."

Caclu slowly sat on the elder's lap and moved his own loincloth aside. It meant clear thing to the older Mekosi, who didn't oppose. The physical contacts weren't anything wrong among their culture as it didn't look down to any social classes or positions. When it came to sex, be it with male or female, all that mattered was clear mind and pure ecstasy.

The younger ocelot dragged the older male onto himself and lifted legs up, allowing him to pound heavily. His fangs sunk deep into the elder who may not had been good anymore in hunting or fighting but still had great spirit in achieving pure pleasure. And soon, they were done with a heavy panting - marking their time as Caclu went to sleep shortly after. He always treated seed of the elder as a good sign. Such weird was their culture.

Along with the first sunlight, Caclu rose up, took only the necessary tools and left the small village. He took less obvious way to reach the nearby river in order not to be seen by the wild Pascapyans who would easily alert them of the Mekosi presence. After all, it was a scouting job and he really needed to bid as much time as he could for the rest. Surprise was always in price for such endeavors.

Caclu spent a few hours following down the river, hiding if there was any primitive boat of the wild ones. Thankfully, the ocelot made a great job and basically no one noticed him until he reached a reasonably close village that they likely didn't know about yet - as they had been exploring the farther east rather than south. The small smokes could be counted easily during such weather and thanks to lack of any danger around the village, what could happen in case of the Mekosi raids or animals attacking it. None of these were trouble for these Pascapyans. Yet.

After doing some counting and memorizing the overall setting of the village, Caclu jumped into the shadows and traced his own steps back all the way to the trading post. He looked at the sky and noticed it was darkening, therefore the newly discovered village wasn't that far - but due to thickness of the forests it became so well-hidden there was a huge use for all sorts of scouting the area, as you could step nearby wild Pascapyan settlements and not notice it at all.

"I see you are back, quite fast..." Once again, the elder sat in his small hut and watched the market. Everyone were gathering nearby the fire like every night. The commotion was more obvious than before, likely because the old guy told them already about the raid.

"That's because the village is rather close, but I wouldn't find it if not the river that goes west, then way south. Treacherous waters by the way. Some sort of drop must be nearby, it seems."

"The waters don't bother me," the elder said and looked at the young hunter. "Is that village big enough so we could steal quite a few of their males and females?"

"Yes, if you prepare the warriors - we could go at midday." Caclu smiled and sat at the stone. It was colder than earlier, so it meant the night could be cold as well too, to what he reacted with a shake of his whiskers. "Half-day away, so we could approach them at the right time to strike."

"The Pascapyans don't see well in the dark unlike us. That puts them in serious disadvantage to our job. This will be easy, likely, and if they react we'll be way in control by that time. No killing, this time." The elder rose his eyebrows at Caclu. He was known for accidental but necessary killing of one of the wild capybaras who couldn't had just stop defending. "In return, you may take any of them as a pet for a time."

The young hunter grinned his white fangs at the man.

"We go when the sun is up, then."

After they woke up, the small trading post became outright deserted in

a few hours as most of the interested went to the raid. Only the most necessary defenders and peddlers stayed in case of some peddlers coming during their absence. On their way, the kept to the forests but employed different tactics as midday was a period when none of the wild ships could appear due to hot temperatures. Those didn't really bother the ocelot raiders as they pressed forward along the river. Soon, they saw smokes - the finest message that no one ever spotted them. It was a sunset when they arrived rather close to the place, so they had to wait for some time, hidden both physically and in smell. They couldn't be easily distinguished from the heavily scented jungle all around them. Only a dozen of them but quick and deadly.

And so, it happened in the moment when night had fallen. The wild capybaras could not react properly when the raiders came out of the thick bushes. A few of them tried to oppose, but were quickly dealt with with slings and darts with strong sleeping toxin. The Mekosi weren't here to kill after all but on a mission from Zipahual. Keeping the potential captives alive was top priority.

Caclu walked around the gathered villagers. Men, women, children. The latter were kept away from the rest to avoid accidental issues due to understandable protection of one's family. A few ocelots knew the local languages so it was them to speak in that weird language, so absent - and likely forgotten - among the civilized Pascapyans. The Mekosi quickly learned on who was the main elder and presented entire situation to him. Of course, it meant no negotiations but it was to make clear to what they came from. The old Pascapyan - since they had no contact with the Mekosi, only heard tales about them - agreed right away.

"What are we going to do with a Guapari?"

Everyone looked at that one ocelot who said that. Indeed, there was one. A proud yet held down to his knees. A blue macaw with a single red feather on his head among the others. That made entire situation a bit more complicated.

"Guapari? Here? I thought it was the undiscovered village?" Caclu said and walked closer to the Guapari. "Where are you from? Why did you run away from the city?"

The Guapari was confused heavily and looked at the ocelots, then at the fellow villagers. The latter didn't mean to even utter a word so they kept themselves silent. Then the blue macaw started to mumble something in the local lingo what only made Caclu more irritated.

"So, I guess that's a runaway, thief, or exile. You know the rights and what the elder said: I can pick anyone from this mess. I chose the macaw exile then!"

Before Tohil could say anything, he was pushed to the ground. The ocelot who was speaking in that weird language pulled his loincloth up and penetrated him after spitting down at his rod. The blue macaw cried out a little bit then clenched his beak hard.

The village looked in silence, watching how their fake deity was taken like a slave. Sure, he had men and it wasn't just once, but this? Every single Pascapyan villager just shook their heads and turned to the capybara elder into whom they had trust. It marked end of their strange faith... and a new chapter to Tohil - in chains, likely.

Caclu took the advantage of the best times he had since very long time. Ocelots and capybaras were too common to him and he craved a Guapari woman in a long time. However, this guy, would do.

Epilogue

Exaltation Within Chains

Tohil was enslaved by a male ocelot, Caclu, who could not really understand on how any Guapari end so far from the city, let alone not able to speak the civilized language so common around the lush continent. Except for being exiled - but then again, he would speak the language properly even if he hid it. And that was not the case.

After a few days, the blue macaw with the broken wing, was clearly used to a new life under Caclu - both in society and physical way. Given the circumstances and obvious laws that applied around the region, the exiled Guapari had less rights than Pascapyans, so no law was broken at all even if the bird could be of royal blood. The ocelot liked that idea as Pascapyans were, after some time, dull and boring - yet the normal Zipahual rights did not agree to use their noble birds to be enslaved.

But then something unexpected happened. Aside of their first contact, Tohil proved himself to be a very loyal companion aside of being a nice toy to lay for Caclu. Soon, they became very close to each other both in sexual and binding ways, as the Mekosi hunter fell in love with the blue macaw. So they became bound in a way as one soul, aside of severe racial difference. Lack of the Guapari upbringing made Tohil integrated into the feline hunter's culture - what, in addition, compensated his flaws as Guapari with a broken wing. Caclu never objected, just had his way like a good elder - whom he would become in time. Until then, he had way too much time along the blue macaw who always waited at the household, as they moved from the post to the post and at some point to Zipahual as well - with some eyebrows risen but no issues were ever given due to supposed Tohil's upbringing.

Tohil realized his new place along with the Mekosi who loved him unlike anyone else in that village he had lived in past, aside of being in a weird relationship between master and servant but as two pieces of same soul. Two lovers, flawed Guapari and proud Mekosi hunter, bound out of strange coincidence. Would they find about the actual origin of the blue macaw? Perhaps, some day. But they kept one thing, proud and shared:

The heritage of twin suns.