Ancient_Atzlanti

"That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die. "
-H.P. Lovecraft

Iztacamatl is the reincarnation of herself. Derived from teh DNA strands of hair left on a headress stolen from a museum by
an unknown party. She was not born of any testube however. A host provided her resurrection through Birth.
One of many Daughters of the Ancient Aztec God Huitztapotchli, Her laschivious ways and disregard for
authority know no bounds, even in this New world where few of the old gods hold any sway. Iztacamatl is free. Free to sate her hungers
and thirsts and needs. After thousands of years lying in Mictlan, she has ALOT of frustration to get out~

(W.I.P. ... Poke me if you dare~)