death clock wrote:
Hello, everyone. I've been a fan from afar and tried out for a handful of kiamaras that really caught my attention,
And finally I am honored to say that I've won my first; a love I am blessed and honored to have. This community is spectacular and I'm proud to finally be able to be active in it with Tapiø by my side.death clock wrote:the tree of life wrote:He sacrificed himself to make the world.
That is the tree of life bursting from his stomach.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -➻〈 T A P I O 〉[ n o u n ]
╓ an East Finnish forest spirit or god, who figured prominently in the Kalevala.
Hunters prayed to him before a hunt for good luck. His wife is the goddess of the forest, Mielikki.
Fitting the Green Man archetype, Tapio is often depicted with a beard of lichen and eyebrows of moss. ╜• ＴＡＰＩØ • ＭＡＬＥ • ＡＳＥＸＵＡＬ • ＥＸＩＳＴＥＮＴＩＡＬＩＳＴ •the tree of life wrote:Listen. His body became the trees' roots. They spread and formed the earth.
His soul the branches rising up forming the sky. All that remained is first father's head.
His children hung in in the heavens creating Xibalba.
They burned it down. They burned everything.personal journal record - September 12th
I witnessed a place of greatness burn down into ashen ruins. With that kingdom of grandeur burned my desire to be a part of mankind. I could not believe that those of the same species would cause harm to others of their same race. I did not understand, and I do not believe that I ever will. That day I turned my back to the world of complications and deceit and lies, and I lost myself in the world of nature and its vast, incomprehensible knowledge. There I searched for answers and found none, instead surrounded ever more by questions. I grew at peace with my surroundings and forgot that I was able to speak ; the sound of my own voice was alien and unwelcome. Silence is preferred in a world where it is essential to listen.
Through solitude it was my enlightened state that led me to discover that the natural world; where all of us spring forth from and the source of our life was known as the Tree of Life. He who created it has no name, and is most definitely not dreamt up by men or whose story recorded by them. Each and every one of us has a small portion of him within ourselves, and through that we have obtained our existence. There was a purpose for everything, no matter how obscure it seemed in the moment. A calling stirred deep within, a thread fastening my body, soul, and mind closer together. Through this unity I discovered in a torrent how closely related my pagan namesake and I were bound, and the reason clear. Despite the reason, I have yet to discover the purpose.
Often do I find myself sitting, observing undetected at others of my species. They are fascinating, and I pine for a relationship with another. There is one individual in particular who’s got my feelings in turmoil within my chest, his very self permanently lurking in the back of my thoughts.
I’ve since forgotten how I came across this key of mine; remaining untarnished despite its journeys through moist weather. However, it remains fresh in my mind where it is I came about it. Making my way through the thick, piney underbrush of the forest, I glanced up, noticing it instantly. Something flashed and caught the light of a single golden ray shining through the canopy. Intrigued, I went closer and stood on my hind legs to inspect this odd thing. It was in a very shallow hollow of the tree, cemented in place by amber sap, with only the handle sticking out. Pawing, cracks spidered across the sap, and I continued with increasing vigor. Finally, with a triumphant snap did it fall from its place onto a bed of wild orchids growing in a ring around the girth of the great old tree. Plucking it gently, a chill blazed through my nerves and very core, electrifying. From the earth had come this key; just the same as I, and in a tree no less. It had been meant for my finding, and thus held immeasurable importance for my future. Losing the key meant losing a portion of my purpose and very self, the guide for my future path into the netherworld where all would be revealed. So, over time, I’ve developed a relationship of sorts with this blasted key of mine. At times I grow so frustrated just by observing it and wondering what – if any – sort of meaning it could possibly possess, and at others do I sit awestruck by its presence.
Taipo prays to his pagan namesake before the hunt, to reward him with a kill, and after he prays safe travel of the creature who gave its life so he may continue his own.
- Congrats my friend, you deserve him!
Who would you gift your Kias to?
Probably Death Clock(Whoop whoop) or CeruleanRush.
I'm looking to RP Recon, and she is looking for a boyfriend! PM me if you are interested!
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