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surra has now been moved to my multi!
A DOVE, shut up in a cage, was boasting of the large number of young ones which she had hatched. a crow, hearing her, said: “my good friend, cease from this unreasonable boasting. the larger the number of your family, the greater the cause of sorrow, in seeing them shut up in this prison-house.” multimuse (canon & original) written by qt.
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❝ — aye, I am what gift Óðinn brings upon the winds this day, ❞ Magni beams at her as she draws nearer, and doesn’t hesitate to place war-hardened hands along her hips. A chuckle emits at the touch to his nose, and a bright smile soon follows. ❝ Too long have you been from my company – I should see such a thing remedied with mead aplenty! ❞
SURRA’S EYES GLITTER AT THAT, IN THE WAY OF STARS on the night of a new moon. she replies first in the way of animals: shifting her weight to draw her nearer, angling her face to slide alongside his. it’s —— almost a kiss, in the way that embers are almost a fire ( only needing air to bring them alight ).
“remind me to give offering to the gods later, then.” one of her hands slides along the leather of his bracers, finds purchase in the curve of his bicep; the other brushes a stray lock of hair away from his face as her lips ghost the edge of his smile.
“for bringin’ me such a nice gift.”
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
Gary Snyder (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“COULD HELP YOU WITH THAT, IF Y’WANTED.” a nod in the direction of the blood dripping off of their fingers. behind her, rayka’s nostrils flare; the mountain lion bares long fangs and scents the air. “if it’s even yours, anyway.”
happy valentine’s day !!!!!!!
while normally a culture prone to hiding more vulnerable feelings behind masks of strength and ferocity, every year the avvar spend three days celebrating that which they may scorn at any other given time: love, affection, and human connection. this celebration is referred to as the hearthfire days, or hearthfire.
this tradition originally stemmed from one of their many myths, in which one of their gods, specifically a famed god of rage and bloodshed ( though his name varies depending on which hold you ask ), approached rilla, goddess of the hearth and fertility, and demanded her affections. as the myth goes, rilla spurned him due to his rough and callous approach, believing that his gruff nature was proof that his feelings for her were neither strong nor true. but a warrior’s determination is not to be underestimated; he put away his shield and spear and courted her, and courted her, and courted her, setting aside his reputation as a fierce warrior and invincible god all for the sake of proving to his lady love that his feelings were as true and undeniable as the blood flowing through his veins. after three days and three nights had passed, rilla eventually accepted him into her arms and pulled him to her hearth, upon seeing the man behind the mask and loving him for it.
following the myth’s example, avvars, too, put away their bared teeth and barbed arrowtips in favor of a pursuit that is no less passionate. during these three days, every man, woman, and child goes out of their way to express their affections to those that they love — be it in the form of gifts, food and drink, song, or some other form. many choose these three days as the perfect time to confess affection to a special partner as well, since ( though not officially forbidden ) it’s regarded as taboo to ridicule or chastise someone for gathering the courage to confess their feelings. hearthfire also serves as a wonderful way to welcome new wives into a hold, especially if she is having difficulty acclimating to her new family.
friendly reminder that mahon will eat any and all v-day gifts left unattended bc he loves sweet things !! chocolate is okay but he prefers honey !!
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SHE’S SPRAWLED OUT LAZILY IN THE SUN, MORE LIKE the cat at her feet than a human. there’s a long pause where at first she doesn’t seem to notice anyone moving closer; then she lets out a noise that’s a cross between a groan and a hiss, and she opens her eyes.
“you want somethin’ from me, witcher?” help with a beastie, maybe? wouldn’t be the first time. surra shifts, cants her head up; the sunlight casts sharp shadows along her cheekbones.
“or you just come over here to stare?”
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henlo henlo like for a starter !!
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“SO YOU’RE WHAT THE NORTH WIND decided to bring me today.” the frost that’s dusting the grass and rocks and trees makes her smile all the warmer as she steps forward, runs her hands over his shoulders with candid certainty and no small amount of affection.
she reaches out, grinning wolfishly, and taps his nose. from somewhere in the trees, an eagle crows his approval. ( huntbrother returned! )
“you owe me a drink.”