There’s just no way for me to make fun of her. I named her Tecpatl, or “Flint” as she’s the spark that lights the way to your death. Yup. Cheery.
Don’t let her bright colors fool you either. It was an Aztec belief that when a warrior died they were reincarnated as hummingbirds. So all of those feathers are dead warrior body parts.
Yeah, she’s not covered in bones and has red eyes for no reason.
Despite her cold exterior, and her ability to gut me like the lilly-livered coward I am, I still like her fluidity. I think I’d try to exercise it smoother next time, but for a first try I’m pretty satisfied.
(Please check with me in a few months when I will loathe the quality of this picture.)
Thanks for stopping!