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❝ If the bards of old the true has told
The sirens have raven hair.
But over the earth since art had birth,
They paint the angels fair. ❞
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― L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest
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sea creature who loves nothing better than an
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❝‘Cause she’s a cruel mistress, and a bargain must be made. But oh,
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ℱavourite weather. What a question. After all, there are many types: some volatile, while others, gentler and more serene. The weather is what creates and shapes our worlds around us, and even to some extent, ourselves. Some would argue that it is at the hand of the weather that we can thank a good deal of our development too. Whether or not the daily conditions change, the weather and climate themselves are a constant in our lives, from a young age.
To pick a favourite weather seems much too vast a task. That is, if you aren't Cetos. Born on the south shores of Ireland, Cetos was raised on the roguish peripheries of two types of wilderness - the harsh, all-ingurgitating ocean vs. the troglodytic moors of her homeland.
It is here that great storm clouds swallow the sky, painting it an almost destitute grey. On good days, these monstrous entities are churned away by the sweet, billowing, winds which reveals an azure blue sky. A blue which challenges the horizon, erasing the line which differentiates the sky from the ever-pulsing ocean.Here is where Cetos learned to love the most primal types of weather - learned to live happily under skies of wistfully monochrome blues and greys. She learned to respect the storms that would shake the sky and ground alike, ripping the clouds apart to throw their thunderous bolts down upon the muted landscape.
Which brings me to her favourite weather. The static before the storm, she calls it. If you've ever experienced a true storm, you'll know what she's talking about.
That ominously humid and sticky heat that comes about just before a storm, where you can almost feel the electricity and power pulsing through the air. It clings to your finger tips, ebbing off in invisible waves. The calm before the storm, I think is the term.
She's come to be marvelled by this phenomenon; perhaps even intimidated. But isn't that important? To be at least once intimidated by the natural world around us? Silenced by it's splendor, it's glory. Suspended by something so much more powerful than yourself. Like a moth is attracted to the flame, Cetos is attracted to the hot, prophetic static before an electrically-charged thunder storm. An admiration for something dynamic and potent.
Often times, she is asked why: for her weather of choice is in the middle of a rather awkward gradient, it is neither this nor that. Neither storm nor calm. But that's exactly why she loves it. The power that can come from even the impending of something is curiously scrumptious to her.
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The ocean is fluid in all aspects; literal form and also in it's psyche and temper. The ocean can change so much in just a moment - from a caressing, gentle mother; to a viscous and unfeeling witch of the deep. The soft crashing of waves upon white sanded beaches can almost instantaneously morph into a vengeful typhoon if she so wills it to be.
I suppose this would be a good analogy for Ceto - the watery temptress she is. Her emotions were always a bit polarized, and prone to being rather volatile. On top of this, she was always known for having a shrewd and impish streak - like the tide pools left behind by swells on rocky shores, full of life and sometimes nasty surprises. ⅰ. Growing up without a mother, without most of the aid her father could have given her, Cetos had to learn the ways of the street. "The ways" include being slippery; always being one step ahead of the world, of whoever you're dealing with at that point in time. In general really.
She grew to be quite the swindler; someone with wily wits that could outsmart and out maneuver you in any sort of business deal. And I mean any. What can I say? She did the best with the resources she was given.ii. Cetos knows she's an attractive kia, and she's not ashamed of her curves. She embraces them; embraces herself and her beauty. Like any shrewd street urchin, she learned very quickly the primitive (and not so long lost) trade of body language on her own - and the reading of it, specifically.
Appearances are everything in nature and in life: only a fool would even dare to hope otherwise. At least according to her standards. What does this mean? Well of course it means that she's not afraid to use what she has for her needs - her body no exception. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀╭
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http://www.colourlovers.com/palette/966914/Stormy_Waters
Hook, line, and sinker
drop a dime to
the bottom,
butterflies flutter,
flicker; soar
to the top
kill for the thrill,
where's your mother?
fall down dead.
dirty mind,
dirty mouth;
pretty little head
"Κητω"