Hello! ^-^
Introducing something a bit different today, suggested by my poet sister @giuliettaluce and illustrated by the talented @caraverie
(Love ya, girlz!)
I hope you guys like winter fairytales?
Enjoy this one I wrote including Ratonhnhaké:ton (of course!) and my OC Mary Jennings in different magical forms, winking my eye to Edgar Allan Poe's sublime obscure style...
Once upon a love
In a wide, thick forest northwest
where autumn and winter lingered so long,
the maiden of the crows gave her heart to the fierce wolf warrior.
She had the blackest black hair of raven feathers,
eyes as black as coal and her skin was whiter than the snow.
Dressed only in a shadow gown, covered in moths, her friends, counsellors and servants, always followed by crows,
her messengers and companions, she walked through the forest from dusk until dawn, or during rainy and misty days.
One day, after a tempest, she saw him
The wolf warrior
A hunter, as beautiful as the night.
He was hunting a prey, a deer running for his life.
He could shapeshift to a wolf and lead a pack of his own.
Her heart fell for him, like the night falls upon the world after the sunset.
But she was scared to approach him, even in their human forms, so she sent her moths and entered his dreams
and every morning he found a dying moth near his pallet.
Ravens and crows always watched over him during his hunting parties or chases to kill his enemies.
She watched him hunt or simply walk into the woods every day and her love grew warmer and warmer,
but her will to tell him was still weak.
The wolf warrior was brave and tenacious, but his life was tormented by a painful past. Wounded memories scratched his thoughts, he was not happy.
And yet, every night he had these pleasant dreams of a raven turning to a young lady and guiding him to a lake,
a hidden cave, a waterfall, a shore...
lying with him, inebriating his senses, touching his soul.
He woke up well-rested but confused and sorry for every dead moth he found. And always some crows protected him or even helped him during a chase or a hunt.
What is the meaning of this? - he wondered every twilight,
until one day, he saw the crow maiden hiding behind a tree to escape his gaze.
He followed her in the deep of the forest, until his hunting skills trapped her under a giant oak tree.
She tried to fly away in form of a crow,
but his wolfish catch was faster.
They both turned human again
once landed on the rooted ground...
The wolf man felt his dreams suddenly real...
That young lady, with porcelain skin and long obsidian hair
was the one he had always seen, every night.
She was scared, trembling...
He was mighty in human form,
but enchanting, like a storm.
Wide shoulders, a huge chest, standing tall in front of her,
wolven eyes of melancholic lullabies
calling deep her unspoken love.
He offered her his hand to help her calm.
She took it... and soon she couldn’t help but kiss him with all her human breaths, and the moths on her black gown flickered and danced for the love she felt by his lips.
He had found her. The raven lady in his dreams, speaking by moths to his sleeping mind. She found the courage to confess to him that she had been watching over and helping him all along, for he had seized her heart among his preys.
Their love bloomed under the oak tree
and lasted many seasons in the forest deep.
Until a time where they had to hide
both their love and their forms they kept a secret,
for greedy stranger hunters from a distant land came to take animals and trees day after day.
The forest was changing and weakening, and the lovers were often in danger, so they only met at night when nobody was around.
One day she saved the wolf by freeing him from a snare,
and one day he saved the raven by taking down an arrow.
Though one night, the wolf warrior had a nightmare.
His raven bride was lifeless, lying down.
She was entangled in a black briars coffin and he could not break those with his tomahawk or his wolfish claws.
When he woke up he decided to act, before it was too late,
before the forest they called home and his crow lady would fall.
He went back to his native village, where his people use to live.
They were wise, skilled and they lived in perfect harmony with rivers, mountains and woods, all children of Mother Nature.
He sought for their help to fight the eager foreign hunters.
The elders gathered around a bonfire answered: since he was their greatest warrior and always protected them and the village, they would have offered their help in return.
The wolf warrior came back to the winter forest when snow had covered it all.
Winter was an ally, for the stranger men couldn’t stand the cold.
He chased, killed and sent many of them away, helped by his brothers, also shapeshifters, some to a fox form, some to a bear, some to an owl and so on.
Scared to death, the greedy men never came back and now tell tales of winter terror about the wide forest.
The bold wolf warrior came back to his bride,
she was alive, and her heart soared so high to see him again.
She had been awaiting him so long, while protecting all the little animals and the trees of the woods alone.
The forest was reborn, free and greener,
just like their love, deeper than ever.
Among the trees they can still be seen
Walking, flying, running
Or in a warm embrace
Their foreheads kissing, face to face
The wolf warrior and the raven lady
Forever intertwining their love in flights and howlings
in the moonlight, among the mist, their spirits still live.
Whenever you spot a wolf walking with a crow,
remember this story
Forevermore...
Thanks again, dear @caraverie for the stunning illustration *-*
My favourite movie of all time! Spirit was such a comfort character when I was a child. He is giving me a lot of faith and strenght everyday 🐎
Spider-man (Marvel)
Brave, full of courage and optimism. Yet very hurt and traumatic. I love his teenage spirit, the lesson that everyone can wear the mask he teaches🕷️
Connor Kenway (Assassin's Creed III)
Quiet. Still. Thoughtful. That's how I see him. He would perfectly get along with my deeper side, where I am silent, where I chase my goals (but every assassin is my comfort character, Connor is just the most)) 🦅
Ydris (Star Stable Online)
His magic aura stole my heart at the first sight. When Star Stable updated him, I was so happy to see him like that. Charming, full of secrets and his character is based on The Greatest Showman (which is my comfort movie) 🔮
Rapunzel (Tangled)
Basically I am Rapunzel myself. I'm daydreaming all the time, I admire the world and I'm happy with little things. But beside all of this - I paint, draw and I'm blondie also ☀️
I wish you all the best in the world! You deserve that, my friend. May I call you friend, right?
When I came to Tumblr for the first time and searched for Connor I saw you acc, those poems and shots (my phone gallery is full of Connor now) and it felt amazing, almost magical. So much appriciaton for one character. I'm glad, I'm not the only one to show.
I hope you don't mind I used your photo but I had to make this:
It's not my best, but time was running low and the job I have stood in the way also. I hope it's not visible.
I don't know if you prefer with background or not so I put both.
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