#hunter god

[shellbys-art-dump]

sometimes you gotta draw personifications of gods that talk to you from the blackout club

I chose the unnamed god who the fandom dubbed the hunter god.

game him chompers because he is ready to munch and crunch

great game i recommend it

[thepatchworkcrow]

Week 2′s Thursday prompt (I’m moving ahead because I have free time) is “Start a page for the deity or deities you worship, if you do...”

Since beginning my pagan path about thirteen years ago, I’ve worked with a number of deities: the Wiccan God and Goddess, Brighid, Cerridwen, The Morrigan, Gofannon the Smith, Manannan MacLir, etc. Usually, my working with them is brief. They seem to come into my life to offer a lesson and then disappear again into the mists.

Though I’ve worked with a number of gods and goddesses since beginning my path, two of them have remained with me throughout that time, taking up various masks before identifying themselves. It is a personal choice not to name them here, as my names for them are personal to my path.

The first is my Hunter God. He was known by me as Green Man when I first began my journey. For a time I thought him to be Herne the Hunter. He has been many things to me: forest guardian, bringer of vegetation, fearsome hunter, vampire, king of all that is dark untamable and wild, lover, mentor, face in the trees, leader of the Wylde Hunt, lord of fae... He appears to me either: clad in tartans and furs, woad paint over a scarred physique, hair in braids, horned and wearing a cloak of dark feathers; or as a shadowy trickster, all darkness and finery, thin lips over sharp teeth, dark eyes that watch your pulse and every nervous movement. The latter is rarer- usually when he has some harsher lesson to bring forth. On my altar, I have statues of horned figures and collections of feathers, bones, bits of wood and things from the forests. I leave him offerings of wine or ale and poetry. I dedicate my archery practice, my drumming, and my walks in the woods to him and listen for his hounds and horn from the northwest.

The second is my moon goddess, Lady of the Lantern. For a summer, I struggled to identify her, finding traces of her in the stories of Hel, Arianrhod, Cerridwen, Persephone- and yet, she was none of those goddesses. She appears to me clad in deep starry blues and silver. She bears a blue lantern and a scythe made of a birch branch and a shining silver crescent moon. I have long held a fascination with the moon and stars, and had a difficult time connecting with a goddess as I did my Hunter God. Recently she has come to me: a washer at the ford, a light in the darkness, mother of death, strange, mysterious, beautiful and half shrouded. On her side of my altar I have a blue lantern to mimic the one she carries. I leave offerings of star-like crystals, black feathers, and candle light. She has been my guiding light through some very troubling times since graduating.

[triste-le-roy]

Oxóssi - Odé—an illustration of the Brazilian/Portuguese Hunter God Oxóssi (the Yoruba òrìṣà odẹ Ọ̀ṣọ́ọ̀sì aka Oshosi / the Santería God of the Hunt Ochosí) (André Hora, 2018).

(via Pinterest)