The Celtic festival of Beltane, usually celebrated on the first of May,
honours the Spirit of the Green Man, consort of the primordial Great
Goddess. He’s the hunter and the seed of vegetation, fertility, growth
and change. He can also be called Herne or Cernunnos, just like a deer
he mates with the mystical Goddess and she gives birth to the Star
Child. The veil between the world of the mortals and that of the fairies
is extremely thin during Beltane, and the two realms are in
communication, the fairy Otherworld is said to bestow gifts upon seers
and poets during that time, people that may have fallen asleep under a
May-tree. One thing is for sure inspiration and the observation of
natural cycles are closely related. The natural world is the sensual
Hello everyone! Welcome to another one of the stories, bringing back some characters, Sasha and Breka. This story was inspiried by user @quiksilvear and their requested prompt of human persistence hunting. I know the last one was kinda slow, but I took my time with this and truly put my love for story in it. Without further ado, lets continue!
Sasha lay on her stomach, watching as a football field away there sat another corpse of one of the grazing creatures they had killed. Breka laid by her side, though instead of her usual drowsiness, the beast’s eyes were alert and her hackles raised. Sasha laid her hand on Breka’s flank and shushed her softly. “Easy Girl … I hear him too … The hunt was the creatures, but now the real hunt starts,” she cooed warmly, turning her attention back to the clearing before them.
Hours passed, and finally it started again. Amid the humming of extra-terrestrial insects and other fauna, a loud growl could be heard throughout the woods. An echoing howl that came from some unopposed titan of this planet. Stepping from the clearing it stood proud on it’s six legs, a vicious looking abomination covered in barbs, six blood red eyes, and a coat of ashen gray fur touched with splotches of black and dark red. Even on all fours, this monstrosity stood almost 12 feet tall. It stopped a few feet from the corpse, smelling the air, gazing around hungrily, and whipped up it’s three tails. Each was barbed and dripping some kind of white and green liquid. The beast’s hackles rose up, and it hissed before moving to began it’s feast on the corpse.
“He took the bait … Step one,” she pulled out her her gun, “Test the hide,” she took a deep breathe and aimed. However, the beast was not her target, but the vines above it. A single shot caused the monster to look up in the air, and the bullet cut through a few of the vines, only to release a horde of carved pikes barreling towards the beast. They broke against it’s hide, causing it to snarl and bare it’s teeth. “Spears are no good… Four shots left, let’s see how it handles blasters,” Sasha took aim again, and fired. The Bolt from her gun pierced the monster’s hide, and caused it to yelp before snarling and slashing it’s tail all over.
It’s tail destroyed the nearby trees, and finally it bolted off into the woods, trailing behind it was a thin stream of thick dark purple blood. “Now we follow,” Sasha nodded as she and Breka began to slowly trail the monstrosity of this forest.
It was several hours of tracking, finding the beast on two more occasions and putting another blaster bolt through it’s body. The monster still ran strong. “How much blood can this thing lose?” Sasha shook her head in disbelief as they continued to tail the beast. Finally they reached a cave, where the blood trickled inward. “Now we corner the beast, and kill. Breka,” she turned to her companion, who titled her head curiously as Sasha. “Hunt,” she nodded.
Breka licked her lips and growled, together they crept forward bit by bit until they reached the mouth of the cave. Sasha knew she had one shot, and wasn’t ready to test her bionic limbs on the beast. They moved in together, keeping close and following the trail carefully. But they stopped, Breka whining in confusion as Sasha raised her brow. The blood stopped there and, “Circles … Back, shit,” she turned around, “It doubled back?!” She gasped as the creature leaped down from cave entrance. It growled, dripping acidic saliva and glaring at Sasha and Breka. It’s scales were paler, but it still looked able to kill.
“Breka!” Sasha shouted as she jumped up on her back, “Run!” Breka turned tail and ran deeper into the cave. The monster behind them was not about to give up the fight, and gave chase. Sasha turned to look back and saw the the creature was panting heavily, but still making considerable headway. “Come on girl, faster, faster!” Sasha held on tightly as Breka barreled onward through the cave.
As the monster drew closer and closer, Sasha turned and took aim. It was difficult, but her cybernetics made up for the unstable terrain that was her mount. Taking a deep breathe, she fired a single bolt at the creatures skull, and a loud crack bounced off the cave walls as the creature fell forward, flipping and landing on its side. “Breka, kill!” Sasha shouted as Breka turned around immediately, sprinting towards the monster. Sasha jumped off of Breka, and Breka pounced onto the monster. She began to viciously tear into the beasts neck, the sound of flesh ripping filled their ears, and finally after much struggle the beast lay dead.
They remained there quietly, Breka spitting and hacking up the acidic blood. “Thank goodness your kind can take the acid Breka, now if only it didn’t taste terrible.” Sasha chuckled softly. She looked down at the beast and sighed, “Sorry old fella … Need the area to be safe for hunting, and you’ll boost the morale of the crew.” She knelt by the the creature and pet it’s lifeless head. She began to pry off the scales, eventually gathering enough to show to the crew.
After some time resting, they finally returned, stocked up with plenty of meat. “We’re home girl … Let’s try to get out of here nice and fast,” Sasha pet Breka’s side again. They entered the camp, and were welcomed with immense enthusiasm. The scales proved worthy of raising spirits, the meat and vegetation that had been scanned gave the crew hope for surviving, and the source of fresh water for the crew made them share their reserves of pure water with Sasha. It was a good thing to return to, though Sasha looked up at the sky, for she knew her real hunt continued among the stars. The hunt for her true prey. “I’m coming Lil Sis … You ain’t gonna be trapped forever,” she muttered.
Hey everyone! As always feel free to submit plots, character archetypes, and other junk! We always accept questions or general interaction! It’s 3am and I still can’t sleep, so I’m already thinking up the next story that will come from this universe. Next story will either be more from our favorite Citadel detectives Quinn and Vec, or maybe our dynamic duo Derrick and Emma on another quest for glory and riches through their shenanigans. Maybe we’ll even meet our final character duo … Viceroy and Banshee, the most wanted human criminals in the galaxy! Who will appear? Find out next time!
Until then, fly safe, fly far, explore everything, and always tune in here to the blog for your stories from the cosmos. Be safe out there fellow explorers.
A long time ago, a young boy was playing with his mother by the lake. But while she wasn’t looking, they boy was gone. She searched for him for days until she found his body washed up on the shore. Stricken with grief, his mother would do everything to get her child back. She learned the dark arts and summoned him back from the dead. But when her boy was back, she was repulsed by him. He had transformed into a monster of weeds and moss. She cast him out, exiling him. With nowhere left to go, the boy returned to the lake from which his body came. Saddened and alone, the boy cried, and his tears woke up the spirit of the lake. She felt sorry for the boy and guilty for causing his death, so she allowed him to live with her, caring for him and nurturing him like his mother wouldn’t. One day, after years of living in the bottom of the lake, the boy was crying again. “What’s wrong, my child?” asked the lake spirit. “I was watching the people play in the lake above. All of my friends have grown up, found love, and had kids of their own. And I am still a boy.” “Worry not, my child. For you will grow.” the spirit blessed her child with a song. As more years went by, the child grew and grew, until his body was the size of an island and his head was tall enough to see above the water. And from where he sat he could watch all of the people play.
”That’s a beautiful story.” Lilac said as she leaned in closer to read the old inscription on the sign. A warm breeze blowed from the lake left and brushed through her ginger hair.
“It’s probably just a story. And even if there is a kernel of truth to it, it’s probably not nearly as beautiful.” Dr. Destiny said. She was holding onto Lilac’s hand and looking up at the wooden sign. Above the inscription was an old illustration etched into the wood, an island with a face peeking above the water, with a wide warm smile looking directly at the viewer. Above that was the title of the sign: “The Story of Benagam Island”
“The four great points of the ancient Irish year are neatly set out in the Ulster tale of the wooing of Emer by Cu Chulainn. Among various tasks which she set him before he could wed her, was to go sleepless from ‘Samhain, when the summer goes to its rest, until Imbolc, when the ewes are milked at spring’s beginning’…In the Yellow Book of Lecan, a high medieval text preserving some early medieval tales, it is said that the common people called Samhain 'the feast of Mongfind’ instead. Legend made Mongfind a witch-queen married to an early king of Tara, but fact that the same source states that the people still prayed to her on 31 October indicates that we are dealing here with another goddess: queens and heroines were not prayed to, or given commemorative feasts…
"Of the four festivals, there is no doubt whatsoever from the literature that Samhain, which began the year in November, was the most important. Tribal assemblies were held then, rulers and warriors conferred and laws were made. It was also the time at which humans were most susceptible to divine and supernatural interference. At Samhain heroic and royal figures met fated deaths or enchantments. Spirits, monsters or fairies attacked royal capitals, with physical destruction or with evil spells. Divine women allowed themselves to be wooed by human males. Supernatural beings fought or mated with each other, while warriors, gathered in royal halls, made important boasts or challenges. Magical gifts were presented to kings, or things stolen magically from them. It is worth stressing that most of these occurrences took place in daylight, so the whole day of 1 November was regarded as exciting and perilous, and not just (as in modern times) the night before…
"There is the case of Hinton St George, a Somerset village through which, upon the last Thursday evening of October, the children carry hollowed-out mangel-wurzels containing candles. The shells of the vegetables are carved with faces or designs, some of great beauty. They are called 'punkies,’ and the event bears the name 'Punky Night’. The popular books upon English folklore and calendar customs published during the 1960s tended to describe thias a vestige of honouring of vegetation spirits at Samhain. At Hinton, as at Killorglin, I was given two explanations by the villagers for what they were doing. One lady told me that the word punkie came from 'spunkie’, and the word used in mid-Somerset for the little flames of ignited marsh gas known elsewhere as will-o’-the-wisps or jack-o’-lanterns. She went on to say that they were believed to be the souls of dead babies, and that the Hinton tradition was designed originally to honour and to placate them at the season of Samhain. Others among the villagers were quite irritated by her ideas. They agreed upon the origin of the name, but insisted that the punkies were first carved as genuine lanterns, to guide the men of Hinton back from a fair held in late October at a nearby village. Their families would turn out to welcome them home, and the procession and merrymaking became a festivity in its own right which endured after the feast ceased to be held. Nobody in Hinton that night had much time for the idea of vegetation spirits…
"There is ample evidence of the importance of Samhain in all the modern Celtic regions, namely Ireland, Man, the Highlands and Western Isles, Wales and Cornwall, though the focus has been shifted back on to the previous night, called in English Hallowe'en. The rites and festivities concerned revolve around feasting, bonfires and divination. By contrast, there were no comparable celebrations associated with that date in most of England and some of Scotland until modern America helped to transmit the Irish festival to Britain. So it really does appear to have been a feast known all over the Iron Age British Isles, with no equivalent among the Anglo-Saxon invaders…
"Nearly 4,000 years were to pass…Over the same period, several major ancient festivals were Christianized by being awarded to particular patrons: thus, Samhain’s importance was recognized by its transformation into All Saint’s Day…
"One of the most blatant translations of an offering to a pagan deity persisted on the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides until the mid-seventeenth century. At Hallowe'en fishermen would go down to the shore, kneel at the edge of the waves and repeat the Christian Paternoster. One of them waded in up to his waist, poured out a bowl of ale and asked a mysterious being called Shoney (Johnny) for a good catch over the next year. Then they went to St Malvey’s chapel and sat in silence for a while before making merry in the fields for the rest of the night.”
– The Pagan Religions of the Ancient British Isles by Ronald Hutton
Mom almost set the left-overs of my caramelized carrots on fire and now the whole house smells weird *lol*
But this also made me think of Cas making something with carrots and someone (kitchen staff?) tells him that he should throw the carrots in the fire, instead of on the compost. Because that way they feed the fire spirit living there and force Dean to eat a vegetable every now and again. *lol*
Maybe it’s also just normal Pagan Gods Verse where Claire insists on tossing vegetables into the fire because Dean must eat healthy things! Dean’s not obsessed with the sudden heap of carrots and cabbages but he doesn’t want to reject the gifts so he eats them diligently.
Hoia Baciu Forest is thought to be the most haunted forest in the world. Located in Romania, hundreds of people have gone missing, UFOs have been seen and phantom laughter is heard. At the center of the forest, there is a circular patch of land where no trees or plants grow, and scientists still remain baffled as to why this is. Some people believe that the area is used for UFO landings, while others think it is a portal to another dimension.
Visitors to the strange woodland have reported getting inexplicable rashes, feeling nauseous and dizzy, and even vomiting and sustaining burns. Others have seen UFOs, heard voices and footsteps, and experienced shifts in time.
Local legend says that a shepherd went into the forest with 200 sheep but that he and his flock disappeared without a trace. Another story claims that a woman entered the woods and reemerged with no idea as to how much time had passed. An ancient historical item was also found in her pocket.
Perhaps the most fascinating theory surrounding Hoia Baciu is this: the entire area has been described as “a gateway to another dimension” by sites like Paranormalhaze.com. Reports of spirits, extraterrestrials, a “dead vegetation zone,” and lots of pictures of disc-like flying objects make this forest the subject of a great deal of speculation.
Powers: Water, Ice, Night, Shape shifts into your worst nightmare, can speak with spirits, witchcraft.
Hates: people being near Luna, people, vegetables, and being away Luna.
Loves: Cats; wild cats, torturing people that come near Luna, Lady Lust, Luna, Snowflake, Nyanpire, and Moonstone.
Color: Black, purple, blue, and light blue.
Breed: Witch, Demon Cat
Other info: Is the inner side of Luna, just like Lady Lust, Lady Snowflake, Lady Nyanpire, and Lady Moonstone. Knows the truth behind what happened with Luna’s family murder. And just like the other inner sides of Luna, she can come in and out of Luna’s pendent, and interact with Luna, and or others for a certain amount of time. Is in a relationship with Lady Lust.