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It was night, the time when the god of death roamed the skies, seeking prey and souls to reap. The many eyes on his wings taking in the world around him, nothing escaped his careful and preceptive gaze. Emerald eyes soon settled on something quite peculiar. Giving a few beats of his mighty wings, Xiabalba flew over to the small light flickering in the distance, his long and smooth tail feathers being carried by the wind. Blinking, it wasn't long before he reached the area that caught his eyes. It was an old temple, a building made out of stone and sweat, an homage to a god. Hovering above the area, Xiabalba peered down, disdain in his eyes. He thought it was something more exciting, something that actually required his time. Wait! There was the flickering again, turning his head he caught it. Green flames burned brightly in an altar, an altar for him clearly. With a loud shriek, he flew over to the temple, landing on the ground and throwing dust into the air. He climbed up the stone stairs to the altar, with as much grace as a swan with his long feathers trailing after him like a train, the god was home.

AP for of their God of Death, Xiabalba!

AP:
+0.5 Headshot
+1 Colored
+2 Background
+1 Biorhythm Bonus
+1 200 Words
= Total:5.5 AP

Description
It was night, the time when the god of death roamed the skies, seeking prey and souls to reap. The many eyes on his wings taking in the world around him, nothing escaped his careful and preceptive gaze. Emerald eyes soon settled on something quite peculiar. Giving a few beats of his mighty wings, Xiabalba flew over to the small light flickering in the distance, his long and smooth tail feathers being carried by the wind. Blinking, it wasn't long before he reached the area that caught his eyes. It was an old temple, a building made out of stone and sweat, an homage to a god. Hovering above the area, Xiabalba peered down, disdain in his eyes. He thought it was something more exciting, something that actually required his time. Wait! There was the flickering again, turning his head he caught it. Green flames burned brightly in an altar, an altar for him clearly. With a loud shriek, he flew over to the temple, landing on the ground and throwing dust into the air. He climbed up the stone stairs to the altar, with as much grace as a swan with his long feathers trailing after him like a train, the god was home.

AP for of their God of Death, Xiabalba!

AP:
+0.5 Headshot
+1 Colored
+2 Background
+1 Biorhythm Bonus
+1 200 Words
= Total:5.5 AP