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2018 08 07
- Outfit -
Horn: E.V.E Maleficent GW Horns
Hair: Tableau Vivant // Hairplay - Front Blow - Blacks+Whites
Collar: ::Axix:: SeeYourMasterCollar [Onix]
Eyes: CURELESS[+] Anesthesia Eyes
☑ Gacha
Bodysuit: :MoonAmore: Ocean Lover / Pseudo Mermaid Bodysuit RARE
Tail: :MoonAmore: Ocean Lover / Pseudo Mermaid Tail RARE
Body Stickers: :MoonAmore: Ocean Lover / Body Stickers REWARD
- Makeup -
Shadow: ::Odeco::Catwa Eye make-up_Umemi
Lip: Wednesday[+] ~ First Kiss Lip Gloss
Lip: Wednesday[+] ~ Matte Lipsticks
Pose: [addme.] Pose#077-1
‐ Decoration -
☑ The Eiphany
Ship: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Shipwreck / RARE
Skeleton: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Skeleton / RARE
Helmet: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Diving Helmet / RARE
Rock: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Rock Set / 3 / EXCLUSIVE
Rock: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Rock Set / 5 / EXCLUSIVE
Rock: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Rock Set / 6 / EXCLUSIVE
Plants: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Aquatic Plants / 1
Plants: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Aquatic Plants / 4
Bone: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Bone Pile / Legs
Bone: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Bone Pile / Misc
Bone: DISORDERLY. / Wrecked / Bone Pile / Skull
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The Cobra and the Eagle -
Bright sun dances across the shadow from the flowers, there is a cobra in the garden. It is brown, long, measured in its ways. It lives on the sunny side of the house.
I am standing, waiting to turn the corner, and I remember. I have seen her there, looked into her face, the tongue, seeing me, seeking me out. I have never seen her hood, but I know what she is, and she is, is at least, eight feet long.
I wait. She is gone, just warm sunshine, shadows flickering across the path. I move. No sign of her, she is gone, I move again, she is there. I feel her, but nothing stirs.
I am on the outside, side, facing the house, the veranda on my right, big welcoming doors, there is safety inside. A pergola extends, twisted boughs, leaves, full of fruit. The grapes hang, full, heavy, green and flashing gold, basking. In time, a sweet harvest awaits.
There is peace in the garden.
I take a step.
A movement, unlike any other, slow, measured. The birds are quiet. Slowly, she emerges from the shadow of the shrubs, under, near, beneath the willow tree. I can’t quite see. It is long, sleek, moving purposefully. It is her, the king. She with the venom, she with the lethal strike, she will judge if you are safe or snake.
I have considered having her removed, or even punished or locked away, but I cannot harm such a creature. She is my enemy, my protector, the eater of snakes.
Each time I harbor thoughts of her destruction, misfortune befalls me. I fall over nothing in the path, go flying into thorn trees on the trail, rip the skin from my arms and legs, the blood runs thick and heavy. This has happened not once, nor twice nor thrice, but so many times, in so many ways, that I need a diary to keep the count. I am so bloody and battered that I now no longer entertain such negativity.
I have noticed the lesson, it has caught my intention.
If it is an angel guiding me, then they certainly know the language of human, but I suspect it is my subconscious talking to me, and I do not know who my subconscious talks to, save to say, if I guide it into light, and keep it away from fear, then it brings me love and hope, or it brings me nightmares and pain.
She is stretched out in path ahead. I kneel. I look into her. I will not run nor interfere. I am reconciled to being kind and gentle to her.
There is an eagle nesting on our roof.
He swoops, claws arching, mortal combat uncoils between mortal foes. He lands. The snake glides toward him, she raises her head slightly. The eagle, large, flamboyant and majestic, lowers his head. They touch, top of head to top of head, beaks and fangs averted. Their heads press against each other, and I think I see them smile.
Strange, impossibly different, yet when pressed together, the feather and scale seem not so far apart.
A familiar figure appears to my left. He is the mender of hearts, he touches my arm, I understand, and he is gone.
Now there is no snake, no eagle, just two lovers joined who were once worlds apart.
Seems the outside does not reflect the heart, and there is often pain in being apart.
From "The Book That Dreams"
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Mr Buckley does this so beautifully, never the less, I often rearrange this in my head. I would love to hear it performed on the piano with a female voice and violin to accompany. Usually would have suggest cello or clarinet, but it's such a soulful lyric that maybe a violin/fiddle would be better - might make the piano version a little longer :) www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4 -
Rocky outcrops seem to dot the harbour of Wellington. Must have been tricky in the days of sail powered ships.
“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea and feel the sky”
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“We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words-to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.
That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses and nymphs and elves-that, though we cannot, yet these projections can, enjoy in themselves that beauty grace, and power of which Nature is the image.” —C.S. Lewis
What do you need to do to live in the world of mermaids?
You have to go down to the bottom of the sea, very far.
So far away that blue no longer exists.
Where the sky is but a memory.
And when you are there, in silence, you stop and...
If you decide you want to die for them
And stay with them for eternity,
Then the sirens come to you,
To judge the love you offer him.
If it is sincere, if it is pure, then...
They will welcome you forever.
Siren for a day :p
My tunage! ♥♫♥
My outfit is by FFD Stories, 'The Little Mermaid' Gacha, from last summer ^_^
Eyes by IKON <3
Hair stock by Rayne Morgan: raynemorgan.deviantart.com/
The path is a stream and you splash as you walk, but you won't notice. Light splays through the thick canopy and dots the landscape as though each fern gets it's own spotlight, but you won't see that either. Once Ranger Falls is finally revealed the call of the Siren and her beauty is all that matters in the world as you stagger onward forgetting that it's 40 degrees and you are covered in mud, that your pack is green with moss, and that you were supposed to be hiking to Green Lake.
absolutely must be viewed large, climb inside and have a look around.
Matching your breath as you stare deeper. Locked into another world. Your soul reveals all to me . Try as you may, you can't not be released .
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I still wasn't completely happy with "Siren" so I decided to add some changes. I painted in the curtain, which I think added a little more interest in the composition.
It was a lovely crisp frosty morning yesterday when I drove to my nearby wooded valley to do some coppicing for High Brown Fritillaries. As I was working I saw the opposite side of the valley was still in hard frost, so at our coffee break, I couldn't resist the call to get a couple of hand held macros of the sunlight touching the delicate frosted wands of grasses. The Sirens always call to me. Sirens is by I Like Trains, as it was first on my playlist today I thought I would use it as a title.
Featuring: *GA* Clothes - Ligie Mermaid Outfit Maitreya
“The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of my desire.”
― Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas