Lone Gardener

I wanna own a Flower Garden one day Make it my own. Petaled Children who wave in the wind when they see me and grow as I speak to them.

[wanderingyokai]

Tree God

When I was born, created by the Mother Within the Earth, She who was one of the First, I saw nothing. It was darkness all around me. I was but a fresh know nothing creature in a seed surrounded by earth, dirt, soil. I could feel the energy in the land flowing around and through me. The love of my mother filled me. Above it all I felt...nothing. It was the sensation of air but I knew not what it was. But immediately I wanted it. The first few years were difficult, trying to break out of my shell. I grew long white stems, churning and reaching through the dirt. My fingers started to till the soil beneath as I grasped at anything, spreading myself. I wanted to see what was above me. Mother watched quietly, encouraging me as a mother would a child though she feared how I may react. To me my world was the dirt and if I could just break through the surface I would enter a new world. Yes even us Elder Gods were so childish and innocent. One day on this barren Earth, bereft of the multitude of life that it contains now a white stem had sprouted from the ground. It was nighttime as there was not yet a sun. I had despaired, thinking I broke free from the prison, the place that was my home only to once more be unable to see anything but darkness. I looked around seeing nothing when I realized there was a very dim light over the land. As I saw I searched for the light and so my sight turned upwards to the heavens. I then had my first look at the stars, my first love.

[wanderingyokai]

Mischievous Fae

My hands brush over the crown of flowers on my head. I smile and close my eyes as I hear laughter. It's filled with happy joyous delight. And a kindness I enjoy. I'd open them again, hoping to see the blonde haired prankster but she moves quick, a flash of sunshine somehow woven into strands the only indicator of where she goes. I smile, knowing the moments between are fleeting but hold beautiful tokens of the love and friendship we share. My fingers again brush over the crown of flowers and I could hear her laughter in the petals.

[wanderingyokai]

Onyx Hair

God have you seen hair so black yet shining?

Beautiful locks freaking the face of a girl

Who can see in clouds the silver lining

That most would glance over?

A smile that invites you to come closer

Waiting till lips almost brush

Only to pull away at that last moment

Mischievous laughter flowing while you blush

Those clear eyes, so soft and gleaming

Like little jewels in a doll's face

They'll have you hoping and dreaming

To wake up to them each day

[wanderingyokai]

Wanting

Distance makes the heart grow fonder is something broad in definition. Between two people who feel the same it strengthens their love. What happens when only one feels it? While the former is a positive, joyous thing the latter is a quiet pain. They say space can help dilute feelings. But then mine continue to grow stronger. I don't like it. I hate it because I feel like I'm obsessing over someone like a creep, an outcast but the adoration I feel is really strong.

[wanderingyokai]

The Silent Gods Pt.1

The Gardener: an ancient being. Abused children who end up lost in hidden quiet places of power can be found by him. Bringing them into his realm, the Garden, the children are clothed and fed. Different regions of his realm hold different purposes in healing the children's damaged selves. Emotional, mental, physical, sexual, social abuse all can be overcome. Death has no hold in his domain allowing his "children" to live immortal lives. Over time those who stay either become dryads and forever serve him or turn into the many trees and flowers that decorate his paradise. To escape this fate you must ask to leave. He will allow you to go through three trials. After each one if your answer is still the same, if you still wish to return, he will grant you a God's Blessing allowing you to find great success and peace. If you decide to stay the Gardener will immediately transform you into one of his trees for both wasting his time and being unable to confront the trials even after being healed just because his Realm is more comfortable without suffering.

The Admiral: a demigod. When man first sailed out into the water aboard a raft the World decided he needed a guide. Forming him from foam, water, salt, wind, sunlight and mist the World created him to watch over humans who seek the life of the sea. Over the eons in different guises the Sea King would come to talented humans, geniuses of ship building and maritime ideas, to enlighten them. When the Age of Exploration came he grew stronger as humans sailed across the globe, finding new lands, new peoples, magic, inventions, powers. All connected by sea routes and ships the Sea King learned all and gained all. Fearing his growing strength the other gods were prepared to rally and enact sanctions when the Admiral suddenly abdicated from his position. Desiring to be like humans, exploring, sailing, trading, fishing, pirating and fighting and so on. Humans no longer needing guidance to new lands or even shipbuilding the Sea King built his own ship and called himself the Admiral. From the 1400s onwards the Admiral aimed to explore the world aboard the a ship of his own, with his own eyes instead of through the eyes of his followers and their ships. The name of his ship cannot be pronounced in human tongue and his crew over the eons were men, women, and children who suffered misfortune at sea but were rescued by a passing Admiral. Carrying many names, Fishmonger, Davy Jones, Poseidon, Sea Devil, he created legends and myths amongst sailors who would spot his ship after battles, collecting souls and passing them to Death when he came for a visit, the only duty from his time as the Sea King he still does.

One-horn: a demon God of vengeance, revenge, hatred and twisted justice. Born from the resentment humans felt at those who oppress and aggrieved them One-horn desires violence born from the hatred of a human who has lost something or everything to another. When a human is near death but refuses to die until they've enacted revenge this demon God will appear with an offer. Join his legion, train under him, let your furious resentment fester within, and he will grant your wish. When ready, One-horn will bring his army of similar humans to fulfill the desire of the newest member, inciting carnage and massacre of the target's family, guild, clan, kingdom. The manner of revenge and the size of the massacre will be equal to the grievances of the resentful. A clan for a clan, kingdom for kingdom, family for family. After the dust settles, the man or woman who caused the soldier great cruelty will have found himself atop a pile of bodies and seas of blood. One-horn nearby will watch them. If they find peace then One-Horn will allow Death to finally receive the soul that was supposed to die. If they are not satisfied still they may join his legion and become a demon, forever seeking to cause chaos and death with their master. Be warned, whoever feels great regret and guilt after accomplishing their revenge will meet a sorry end. One-Horn is not fond of those who agreed to his deal only to realize their heart was not in it. Finding it dishonorable to feel regret after already killing their enemy he shreds their soul condemning them to nothingness. Sometimes you can see One-Horn and his legion at night, riding on demonic wolves made of blood and smoke. His presence is a great omen of carnage soon to come, his legion sometimes known as the Wild Hunt or Night Parade in myths and legends.

[wanderingyokai]

Heart Hotel

My heart has had many residents. A great very many visitors have stayed within. People come and they go. I give them varying levels of love, time, and care. I try to be the warmest I can and make their stay with myself as comfortable as can be. Many have earned a luxury suite where they have the most quality service. Others have had to move to cheaper suites. Some become permant residents, other stay for some time. Everyone signs my guest book. They write their name in graceful script or harsh shapes. Some have only signed in once while other have signed hundreds of times, coming and going when they see fit. It feels empty a lot in here. Sometimes I deal with an empty lobby, even the permanent guests leaving for a short spell or vacation. Other days I clean up the wrecked hotel room left behind by a callous love, cleaning each wrecked room a little bit at a time. I hope all of my guests come back one more time. I once tore myself apart trying to make them stay. Now I treasure every visit, try to help them and comfort them until they decide to go. I wish them a wonderful time and thank them for coming. I make sure they sign my book. Then I hope they come back again. I can't force them to come back. I can't make them stay. I can't even guarantee they'll appreciate my services. I can only guarantee them a room to stay.

[wanderingyokai]

Siblings

You absolutely love them and are the ones who know you more intimately than your best friends. They also know how to make you lose it and makes you wonder why fraticide or sororicide is illegal.

[wanderingyokai]

Have you ever just looked at someone you love and adore and want to crush them in a warm embrace? On a constant basis? It honestly gets harder every time not to give my friend a sudden heart-melting hug.

[wanderingyokai]

Is honey almond a word?

How else do I describe the color of the eyes that make me short of breath? Lined in black kohl that draw me to keep suffocating in those painted irises. Even though air empties inside me I still feel those lit coals of passion smoldering. I can't look too far away after escaping her eyes. Lips, cheeks, chin, hair all mesmerize me as they form such a beautiful whole. My fingers ache to caress those cheeks and lips itch to kiss every bit of smooth rosy skin. I could feel myself desiring to float in the air on love's wings. My mind was filled with vivid desires. Embracing her, holding her, consoling her, praising her. My hands ran though raven locks, lips brushed over a cherry pair. I wanted to hold her heart and trade her mine believing we'll hold each other's safe.

[wanderingyokai]

Another Fantasy

Have you heard? There's a story, a long one of demons and angels? 9 mortals who with newfound powers and tolls chose to become angels. Filled with righteousness they aimed to make humans follow them and obey them in the name of God but a version they believe is better. A wrathful, righteous, unforgiving God who demands obedience. They fooled humans into serving them and their desires for glory, control, and cleansing. The obstacles to their path? A tenth mortal who became a demon and his master who trained him: The Devil

[henkheijmans]

A gaze at the sea, over the sound of waves, from the caldera of Santorini, Greece, 2017 - by Petros Koublis (1981), Greek

[wanderingyokai]

Zeus please, please go back to Olympus. I don't need another demigod running amok.

[wanderingyokai]

Dreams

Sleep and dreams. Can you imagine humanity without either? Sleeping and dreaming are so tied together. Dreams let you take a well deserved break from reality. Morpheus works hard to make sure you enjoy them. Hypnos sleeps so that you may sleep and eventually dream as well. Where would we be without our two brother gods?

[wanderingyokai]

If only

Sometimes I wish magic manifested on my fingertips. That I could create and sculpt. I would make many statues and busts of my friends and loved ones. Artistic rendition how I believe them to be.

Like my dear friend who I would make of crystal, gold, and topaz. Their flesh a clear crystal, their bones an irridiscent gold and their eyes topaz, shining like a small star. I'd sculpt her so warmly, like an actual Creator and gift her wings of ivory.

[wanderingyokai]

The Welcoming Pavilion

Made entirely of living breathing life, the Gardener brings you to the pavilion. It grows into a giant structure, it's pillars made of oak trees and the vaulted ceilings are made of thick intertwining branches. Large fireflies fly around lazily, attracted to the incense blowing within as it swirls around. The smell is faint, lavender and myrrh, quiet chirping and unseen and unfelt wind rustles the leaves above your head.

Humans are visible in the faint smoke, garbed in simple cotton robes and attended to beautiful nymphs, dryads, satyrs, and nature spirits. They dance around in beautiful dresses woven of silk and gold. The satyrs and fauns wear fitted vests, their eyes gleaming with kind mischief and small circlet of smooth gold wood lie on the brows of both the male and female spirits. The humans are evidently more relaxed and familiar having been here longer than you. The Gardener smiles and allows you to go forth, snapping his fingers calling for a group of nymphs to rush forth and properly dress you. Making a wall of flesh to keep your chastity they dress you in beautiful soft cotton. They remove the dirt from your face, the tear stains, unknot your hair. They prepare you with elegance and grace making you look simple but bring out your natural beauty and looks.

[wanderingyokai]

The Gardener

Hidden within twisted paths, roads into nowhere that lead to the Garden. Only visible upon chance by one who feels broken and desire sanctuary. It leads to a wall made of thorns and briars. A door opens and there is the Gardener welcoming you in. There they are...the Lands of Peace. Flowers and plants grow without fear of iron, fire, or pestilence. Others who have borne pain and sought refuge and escape already live here. They flourish and revel amongst the Sea of Flowers, The Hanging Gardens feed them, The Garden of Eden brings to them pleasures on a level only dreamed of and they cleanse themselves in The Lake of Mirrors and the Coral Forest that lies beneath in a plethora of colored aquatic life near the Island of Elysium where they rest.

The Gardener calls you child and seedling. Precious one brought to him. He will give you healing, remove the barbs hooked into your heart and bring peace to a chaotic and damaged mind. His gentle words hold a firm promise. His hands gentle as they brush your hair and caresses your cheeks. His eyes are gentle, silver discs of sparkling mercury that can see the abuse, neglect and loneliness. His smile is beautiful and warm. He asked you will you stay with him. Will you give up the life on the Earth you were born in and stay within his care for eternity? Very rarely has he heard no and still when you say the first yes his smile grows and those who are keen and not easily swayed will recognize the twisted smile of a predator who's caught his prey.

[wanderingyokai]

They remember how they got there, seeds carried on the wind. They let their own go to fly and grow in their own home.

Flowers stay under the care of their gardener but let their children go to find their own garden or patch of grass.