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My collection of goddesses of all sorts, of the stars, the moon, the sea, fire, serpents, and so on.
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My collection of goddesses of all sorts, of the stars, the moon, the sea, fire, serpents, and so on.
The Tiger Goddess
While extremely apathetic to all matters save for their own natural territory, the gods of this world are still worshipped and pleaded for all kinds of human problems.
Ferocity, bravery, family, dominion, healing, fertility, protection and so on, are qualities that humans ascribe to their neighbouring or main deities.
Naturally, in the areas most ravaged by war, the gods are worshipped as fierce guardian deities with bulging bloodshot eyes, sharp fangs, claws or talons, and a vengeful snarl. While the war has been ongoing for nearly 20 years, such iconography has only grown more popular in the areas bordering the Dark Kingdom.
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This goddess is depicted with her tiger companion’s fierce features, hide and armour plates decorated with the snowy region’s sky-coloured turquoise.
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For she was really too lovely--too formidably lovely. I was used by now to mere unadjectived loveliness, the kind that youth and spirits hang like a rosy veil over commonplace features, an average outline and a pointless merriment. But this was something calculated, accomplished, finished--and just a little worn. It frightened me with my first glimpse of the infinity of beauty and the multiplicity of her pit-falls. What! There were women who need not fear crow's-feet, were more beautiful for being pale, could let a silver hair or two show among the dark, and their eyes brood inwardly while they smiled and chatted? but then no young man was safe for a moment! But then the world I had hitherto known had been only a warm pink nursery, while this new one was a place of darkness, perils and enchantments...
Edith Wharton