Shiverpeak Huntress

Character Tumbler for Sigdis Falsen, GW2 Tarnished Coast

[requiem-on-water]

Park of Souls, Mount Parnitha, Greece | Ph: Eurokinissi

[the-enchanted-little-star]

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Ornamental shield made from an elk’s antler, 1000-1199, Maasland, Netherlands.

[black-white-and-leather]

[inkyami]

Fire he needs ‡ who with frozen knees  Has come from the cold without; Food and clothes ‡ must the farer have, The man from the mountains come. .       .       .      .       .       .      .       .       . Better a house, ‡ though a hut it be, A man is master at home; 

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[inkyami]

I was given Algiz to illustrate, so here is a bit on my thought process: The XIX century Norwegian loft house, serving both as a storehouse and a guest house — a little speck of light, man-made enclosure and warmth in a sprawling frozen landscape. The “outside” features a jotunn, a troll, a lindwyrm, a vofa or a White Lady, an ominously big wolf, and wandering lights.  A protection symbol is an homage to Bill Mayer or “Meditative Rose”. I know that megaloceros probably did’t live in Scandinavia, but, as you might derive from a straggling list of folklore characters, it’s not about location, and more about symbolism. And an ancient gigantic elk is a best representation of “elk’s horn”.

[sartorialadventure]

Medieval combs (click to enlarge)

[treasures-and-beauty]

Old Norse, 10th century

[medusalet]

Medieval Arrowheads (by alexstanhope)

[treasures-and-beauty]

Fur cloak, handmade by Irina Kruitikova

[sartorialadventure]

Viking dresses by Savelyeva Ekaterina

[homunculus-argument]

in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when it’s hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you it’s wrong simply because it is the law, and they don’t make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.

 But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feel… impolite? You can’t fucking shoot a man when he’s sleeping, that’s just fucking rude. It’s just not the right thing to do.

 Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldn’t kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didn’t kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.

 In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.

 Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally “self”. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.

 One’s waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bear’s soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for “hibernation” in finnish, one of which is talviuni, “winter sleep”, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.

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[backroad-song]

[aquamarine-sky]

https://www.instagram.com/johnderting/

[ofbitterwinds]

commission for @rosalyndhavashem! their norn sigdis having a bad time in the aberrant forest

[sigdisfalsen]

You Must be so Tired.

All you’ve overcome...to come back home.

You are a daughter of the snowy peaks and bitter winds. Blessed by Owl, a huntress, a provider.

But you followed Raven from the mountains, from your home and where did it lead you?

To love in the arms of a man who left you in the middle of the night seeking his story.

He left you only the baby inside you.

He died in the land of the dead and his best friend took up the mantle of father to a child you never got to hold.

A child stolen by those you called friends.

The betrayal should not have been a surprise. They were, as it came to light, children of the dragon.

So you did what you could to see the dragon ended. The sweltering jungle, the hallucinations as you used your tracking skills to recover those also betrayed by his children.

The relief to hear it was dead.

The pain that did not go away.

So you came back to the mountains. To let the snow soothe and the wind numb your pain.

He came with you too. To fight the Svanir. But it became more about the fight than family.

You dutifully hunted and provided. Supported while each Svanir he cut down slivered ice into his heart.

When he lifted a hand to you, you knew. It was frozen.

So you did what you had to.

You went with him into the woods.

You left him in the woods.

You returned to the mountains.

You wanted to be alone. To hunt. To track. To be what you were meant to.

But they were there and they were freezing and hungry.

Now they ask for your skill again.

Why are you here, daughter of the peaks?

Seeking soldiers in the woods that have lost their way?

Soldiers who followed that child here? Who he left behind? The child that cracked the tooth. The child that claimed the mantle that your child’s father died seeking? Who has no idea what his victory has cost you?

The child who seeks to slay what froze your love’s heart? To take that vengeance from you too? Who brought his friends here and left them. Left them for you to rescue.

Aren’t you tired?

Tired of seeking.

Tired with each step.

You deserve to rest.

Lay down your burden.

Lie down. ~ A thousand thank yous to @pact-valkyrie​ for this amazing art to go with my temptation of Sigdis by Jormag.

[wistfullycountry]

Marvin Walter 

[sigdisfalsen]

You Must be so Tired.

All you’ve overcome...to come back home.

You are a daughter of the snowy peaks and bitter winds. Blessed by Owl, a huntress, a provider.

But you followed Raven from the mountains, from your home and where did it lead you?

To love in the arms of a man who left you in the middle of the night seeking his story.

He left you only the baby inside you.

He died in the land of the dead and his best friend took up the mantle of father to a child you never got to hold.

A child stolen by those you called friends.

The betrayal should not have been a surprise. They were, as it came to light, children of the dragon.

So you did what you could to see the dragon ended. The sweltering jungle, the hallucinations as you used your tracking skills to recover those also betrayed by his children.

The relief to hear it was dead.

The pain that did not go away.

So you came back to the mountains. To let the snow soothe and the wind numb your pain.

He came with you too. To fight the Svanir. But it became more about the fight than family.

You dutifully hunted and provided. Supported while each Svanir he cut down slivered ice into his heart.

When he lifted a hand to you, you knew. It was frozen.

So you did what you had to.

You went with him into the woods.

You left him in the woods.

You returned to the mountains.

You wanted to be alone. To hunt. To track. To be what you were meant to.

But they were there and they were freezing and hungry.

Now they ask for your skill again.

Why are you here, daughter of the peaks?

Seeking soldiers in the woods that have lost their way?

Soldiers who followed that child here? Who he left behind? The child that cracked the tooth. The child that claimed the mantle that your child’s father died seeking? Who has no idea what his victory has cost you?

The child who seeks to slay what froze your love’s heart? To take that vengeance from you too? Who brought his friends here and left them. Left them for you to rescue.

Aren’t you tired?

Tired of seeking.

Tired with each step.

You deserve to rest.

Lay down your burden.

Lie down.

[gilesnewman]

The Barn Owl Spoon (2018) - Sold Carved in English Oak by axe and knife. This spoon was inspired by a 10 minute long chance encounter with a young wild Barn Owl. I was so moved by the experience that I knew I had to capture the essence of it in a carving.