Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

Yes....And the mecha I like just has a sort of ready to go to war look to it...

So I went shopping around for War/battle goddesses...

Norse fit best.

Heh heh. Yeah, with the glowing world on its back, it doesn't strike me as any Egyptian battle goddesses.
 
*Pokes his head in through a window*

Ideas for the God-mech thread? I kinda dig the idea behind it, but I don't know what deity I'd use if I were to write something for that. For some reason I think I'd gravitate toward the Loa, or maybe something Asia-inspired, just because that would make sense....
 
*Pokes his head in through a window*

Ideas for the God-mech thread? I kinda dig the idea behind it, but I don't know what deity I'd use if I were to write something for that. For some reason I think I'd gravitate toward the Loa, or maybe something Asia-inspired, just because that would make sense....

Heh heh.
 
Heh heh. Yeah, with the glowing world on its back, it doesn't strike me as any Egyptian battle goddesses.

Never been comfy with Egyptian mythology though...I know Norse, Celtic and some Native American cycles...(with just a dash of anything that has anything to do with Anansi Trickster God who is in the shape of a spider or a man...heheheh)

*Pokes his head in through a window*

Ideas for the God-mech thread? I kinda dig the idea behind it, but I don't know what deity I'd use if I were to write something for that. For some reason I think I'd gravitate toward the Loa, or maybe something Asia-inspired, just because that would make sense....

*grins* The problem is, not very many women KNOW about mecha...I only know as much as I do because of my son son...


*pokes draggy*
 
Never been comfy with Egyptian mythology though...I know Norse, Celtic and some Native American cycles...(with just a dash of anything that has anything to do with Anansi Trickster God who is in the shape of a spider or a man...heheheh)



*grins* The problem is, not very many women KNOW about mecha...I only know as much as I do because of my son son...



*pokes draggy*

Yes, the few who do usually nerd out on it too :D.

I found another video game blonde I really like. Danger Girl Abby Chase....
 
Is there something wrong with blondes? *pouts as I walk up to the haven and sit on the porch swing*
 
Is there something wrong with blondes? *pouts as I walk up to the haven and sit on the porch swing*

I normally don't go for blondes. It takes something extra for me to go for them. Like the attitudes of Aya Brea, Samus Aran, and Abby Chase
 
I've gathered that you like the strange, different, and raven haired. :p

That too. Like I said, it takes more than just big tits to make a blonde attractive to me. It takes intellect, personality, attitude. And in Supergirl's case, an orbital right hook...
 
Returning from the Shy one's abode, I make my way through the forest, the darkness to my Haven. I haven't seen nor heard from Gray in forever. Has he ran away from home, never to return?

My feet lead me toward the rear of the clearing and my altar.
 
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Building the altar takes about an hour. I want it t be as natural as possible, using only things I find. The large stone was difficult but eventually, it has been cleansed and blessed. I fit it carefully atop the others and step back to take in the entire feeling.

A small clay bowl filled with the first turning's of autumn's leaves sits in the center. On the left side~a small holed stone to represent the goddess. On the right~a sunburst platter to represent the god. Nothing else now...it will do for a start.

In my hands I hold a pumpkin and a small white handled knife to carve it with. Sitting on the ground, I allow my mind to return to thoughts of my mother, as they have been apt to do in the past few weeks. I see her hazel eyes, her long reddish brown hair, her pale freckled skin. I miss her.

Small fingers begin to carve and eventually, the small orange gourd looks like this


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I place it just before my altar and stand up, bowing to all four directions, praying silently to the God and Goddess of my heart. Soon enough, I retrace my steps...and go home, into my haven...Gray is still no where to be found.
 
Erhm...Luna, if I told you I had this urge to do some sort of spy thread, what would you say? *staring at the Danger Girls*
 
10/16/11

Thoughts of my mum today. Nine more days before her birthday. Eleven before mine. She would be 57. I will be 39. No one ever tells you how much losing your parent hurts. No one ever warns you that any little thing can bring them back to you. A passing scent, a song, words said in anger or hurt.

I keep trying to find other things to think on. I keep trying to focus elsewhere, but as usual, it does no good. Why would it? Why should it? It is always like this in the month of October. She will remain on my mind until after our birthday's pass.

I will hear her come Samhain, her and my baby sister. I will pray for them both. I will remember them, drink for them, dream of them. And it will make the ache both better and worse. It will stop the hurt from expanding, for a while.

No one ever tells you how badly this shit hurts, nor do they warn you that forgetting what your mom looks like is a pain you won't know until it happens. I wish someone would have told me.
 
"Once upon a time, when we all lived in the forest and no one lived anywhere else..."

I have read lots of stories, myth cycles, that started out like that or damn near close to that. I wish I could write a myth, a fable, that would fit that particular sentence. But just like everything else~my words have slipped out with my sense.

*head shake*
 
Steady footsteps lead me from the RW to my Haven. Once there? I find the calla lilies that Shyness has left for me and give a small smile. a wave of one small hand opens the door and I step inside. The sign returns to the pathway. After all, i would hate it if someone came to call right now.

I am not in the mood for company.

I head into my living room. A small cut crystal vase magically appears, filled with water. I place the lilies within it's confines and place them on my roll top desk. They look so perfect there. Soon enough, I flop on to my couch and sit curled up, watching the flicker of flames in my fireplace.

I need to write. I have no words. It aches.
 
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