RP Starter: a-wind-of-freedom

It was one of those days.

The kind of dank, dark evening on the bad side of town that made you shiver from the inside out, rather than the outside in. The kind of day where you wanted to rush inside and ward off the cold with a blanket, a pet, a friend, even though it was only 60 degrees.

A slight red glow in one of the alleyways illuminated the silhouette of a male rabbit, searching cautiously around for danger as he walked the streets.

Three to four in the morning is going to be an ordeal, he thought, the psychic glow on his forehead casing long shadows as his feet rose and fell, rose and fell across the pavement. I hope no one is alone tonight.

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"Befana visits all the children of Italy on the eve of the Feast of the Epiphany to fill their socks with candy and presents if they are good or a lump of coal or dark candy if they are bad. In many poorer parts of Italy and in particular rural Sicily, a stick in a stocking was placed instead of coal. Being a good housekeeper, many say she will sweep the floor before she leaves. To some the sweeping meant the sweeping away of the problems of the year. The child’s family typically leaves a small glass of wine and a plate with a few morsels of food, often regional or local, for the Befana.[3]

She is usually portrayed as an old lady riding a broomstick through the air wearing a black shawl and is covered in soot because she enters the children’s houses through the chimney. She is often smiling and carries a bag or hamper filled with candy, gifts, or both.”  (Source: ‘Befana’ on Wikipedia.)

The Germanic version is named Perchta, who is slightly darker in temperment:

"She would know whether the children and young servants of the household had behaved well and worked hard all year. If they had, they might find a small silver coin next day, in a shoe or pail. If they had not, she would slit their bellies open, remove stomach and guts, and stuff the hole with straw and pebbles. She was particularly concerned to see that girls had spun the whole of their allotted portion of flax or wool during the year.” (Source: ‘Perchta’ on Wikipedia.)

Painting by Caitlin Cali

China is cold and makes me feel like an achey old-timer. Plus it’s harder to wake up in the morning x 100 the curse of a warm and toasty blanket

Thinking of starting a streetstyle blog or incorporating it into http://radparty.tumblr.com

to document funky silly interesting incomprehensible Asian style/dem Asian grannies are so ahead of their time.

From Wiki: The earliest tales of Ded Moroz presented him as a wicked and cruel sorcerer, similar to the Old Slavic gods “Pozvizd”—the god of wind and good and bad weather, “Zimnik”—god of winter, and the terrifying “Korochun"—an underworld god ruling over frosts. According to legend, Ded Moroz liked to freeze people and kidnap children, taking them away in his gigantic sack. Parents were said to have to give him presents as a ransom in return for their children. However, under the influence of Orthodox traditions, the character of Ded Moroz was completely transformed, later adopting certain traits from the Low Countries’ (Belgian and DutchSinterklaas (or Saint Nicholas), the prototype of Santa Claus.

 

"According to H. Siiger, the Yeti was a part of the pre-Buddhist beliefs of several Himalayan people. He was told that the Lepcha people worshipped a “Glacier Being” as a God of the Hunt. He also reported that followers of the Bön religion once believed the blood of the “mi rgod” or “wild man” had use in certain mystical ceremonies. The being was depicted as an apelike creature who carries a large stone as a weapon and makes a whistling swoosh sound.- ‘The Yeti in the 19th Century’ via Wikipedia

"Come on, we’re getting close."

A certain black rabbit with red markings was quickly making his way to a house, a yellow vixen following behind.

"Okay, but why did you want me to come? I haven’t even met the guy yet," Shelby asked.

"I just — I felt like I’d need some backup on this."

She stopped dead in the middle of the road, staring at him with wary eyes. "Why?…"

"I don’t know, I — you ever get a feeling in your gut about something?"

"No…"

"…Really?" He shook his head, trying to get himself back on track. "Ah — never mind, listen, I just want to make sure everything’s okay with him and then we can go back home, alright?"

"Alright, but if something happens, I blame you," Shelby agreed, beginning to follow again.

spagettipie said:

An invitation is left near Roxanne's door and a someone knocked on it.

The young vixen froze up slightly at the noise. No one knocked on her door for anything, especially not in the middle of the day. Very quietly, she crept to the front door and listened. She didn’t hear anything, and looking out the peephole she didn’t see anyone.

Who would…? She opened the door a crack, and that’s when she saw the invitation. Curious, she picked it up and opened it.

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