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(. each refuge fails us; each danger becomes a haven. )
#GOATWRANGLER. mun / muse is 25+. ( pronouns are she / her . ) trigger warnings are set as //tw , //cw. I am semi - selective and semi - active. I am completely nordic mythos based sigyn. Outside of rp I am a nordic polytheistic and I go by nun! Main follows from #TIGERWEAVER.
🐐--- IMPORTANT LINKS.
rules.
bio.
verses.
aes blog.
OLD SOULS ,
YOUNG BODIES.
open.
( loki : @kingoftheravens )
the winds and mountains would echo , and moan as they awaited sigyn ‘ s response. lifting up her hair strands , and pushing it across her face — down her back and past her behind . she let her hair whip all around her as she felt his words crack against her skin.
( “ Well, uh, not exactly true. Lot of people still believe in old gods. “ )
she felt the weight of her mortal papa ‘ s prayers sit against her shoulder ‘ s. using her as a sacrifice for those very old gods that he spoke about now. she flinched at the memories. sitting against slab — awaiting her father ‘ s knife to bear down upon her . before mama came to save her from a fate. one that would surely send her to valhalla. or at least , that was what she was meant to believe.
( “ Things change. Religions come and go. Nothin’ can be done about it . “ )
“ do you believe the Gods are angry ? at us ? with us ? “ she asked. though the question came out more weakly than it was strong. she had much to cover up about herself —- and not much reason to spill it all out , “ I believe I have been secluded to the earth. that perhaps what I cannot find will simply cease to exist. “
( c . )
“I don’t believe in gods.” His admission was truthful to the very core, a minor peek into whatever beliefs he held in regards to spirituality. Her questions were not something he could answer—nor did he particularly want to. A lone girl wrestling with an existential religious crisis asking a man who had no intentions on humoring the idea of the existence of gods. What she expected from him, he couldn’t rightly say, but he would not be able to provide. “I can’t give you the answers you seek.”
“In my opinion, you’re better off living for yourself and no one else.” Easy enough for him to preach when he lived for his children only, but he spoke from the experiences of a much younger version of himself. A lonesome fella who had nothing and no one apart from himself. Had he given up on that sense of self, he would not be where he was today. “At the end of the day you always have yourself. Fuck gods.”
his admission was honest and one that she appreciated. growing up solely in a place where worship was top priority made it hard for her to believe anything after she had abandoned those old ways. she believed that most people were liars --- or had something to lie about. because what she was made to do -- at the end of that fateful day -- was become a sacrifice.
but now she journeyed away from the gods. and away from the people that made her believe in one thing and one thing only. how to live. how to grow. how to have faith. and finally.. just finally.. she could find her own way from it.
( “At the end of the day you always have yourself. Fuck gods.” )
“ fuck gods. “ she repeated after him. a small smile toying on her lips. enjoying the way the words tasted on her lips. she decided there and then to introduce herself. though her companion probably could’ve used her name awhile ago ,
“ my name is sigyn. and you are the first person that has been honest to me ever since I abandoned my village. “ here she bowed slightly. showing a gesture of merry - meeting , and merry - met , “ Though to be truly honest I have not met many people on my journey thus far. I was heading East , but I have a come to the conclusion that I have perhaps taken a wrong turn ... or two ... “
i was hollowed out and emptied of my self and all i got was this obsession with seeing god in everything
I decided to cave and made my BALDUR account.
send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.
add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.
NAME:
sigyn. ( siggers ) (Old Norse sigr meaning ' victory ' and vina meaning ' girl-friend ')
ALIAS:
goddess of fidelity and loyalty.
AGE:
in her twenties early thirties in appearance , however the goddess is often times thousands of years old.
DATE OF BIRTH:
???
PLACE OF BIRTH:
???
LANGUAGES:
bilingual.
ZODIAC:
virgo.
GENDER:
female.
RELIGION:
she is part of the Norse Pantheon. In her mortal verse she believes in the old gods. such as living in the bones of ymir and all that
ORIENTATION:
bisexual.
REALTIONSHIP STATUS:
in an relationship with Loki / ex husband is Loki.
“You sliced me loose and said it was Creation. I could feel the knife. Now you would like to heal that chasm in your side, but I recede. I prowl. I will not come when you call.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems I: “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein” (via intopermanence)
( mortal : verse . ) in this verse sigyn was raised by mortals and is herself a mortal woman. she is raised in complete faith of the old gods within a cult like mindset among her father and the tribe. she is made to be sacrificed for the old gods and released to valhalla , however her mother saves her and sacrifices her own life for her daughter ‘ s. sigyn escapes the tribe and finds herself as a nomad. seeking out a new belief system , and new leash on life --- trying to find her new place in the world outside of the religious cult that she was apart of.
( goddess : verse . ) sigyn is completely based off the norse mythologies in this one. held the poison that dripped down on loki , and gave birth to the twins narvi and vali.
more to be added !!
( loki : @kingoftheravens )
the winds and mountains would echo , and moan as they awaited sigyn ‘ s response. lifting up her hair strands , and pushing it across her face --- down her back and past her behind . she let her hair whip all around her as she felt his words crack against her skin.
( " Well, uh, not exactly true. Lot of people still believe in old gods. " )
she felt the weight of her mortal papa ‘ s prayers sit against her shoulder ‘ s. using her as a sacrifice for those very old gods that he spoke about now. she flinched at the memories. sitting against slab --- awaiting her father ‘ s knife to bear down upon her . before mama came to save her from a fate. one that would surely send her to valhalla. or at least , that was what she was meant to believe.
( “ Things change. Religions come and go. Nothin’ can be done about it . “ )
“ do you believe the old Gods are angry ? at us ? with us ? “ she asked. though the question came out more weakly than it was strong. she had much to cover up about herself ---- and not much reason to spill it all out , “ I believe I have been secluded to the earth. that perhaps what I cannot find will simply cease to exist. “
( c . )
(งツ)ว on my way to fuck things up
“They made warriors out of children.”
— a six word story (via egertontaron)
