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The Zlatorog, or the Goldenhorn is a legend from Slovenia about a white chamois (goat) buck with gold horns. In the myth that surrounds it, when it is wounded, flowers grow from it’s blood that heal any ailment. It’s horns are also said to be the key to a great treasure hidden within the mountains around Mount Triglav.

I took a little creative licence with the portrayal.   

I was telling tuna about slovenian legendary mountain goat Goldhorn, and when I googled images I found this

I am so


Why use this slovenian legendary being

Why call it by it’s Slovenian name and not english, seeing as most cards have english names

I dashed through other cards and there are no other Slovenian or slavic beings so


so many questions, man

Slovenia is immersed in folklore. The most popular local legend is that of a Gold-Horned Goat called Zlatorog whose horns are the key to a vast treasure hidden somewhere in the Julian Alps.
I did a sort of musical re-telling.

The legend can be read here -http://earthenchivalry.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/the-story-of-zlatorog/


Once upon a time long ago,
There lived a girl high in the mountains,
Daughter of an Inn Keepers Wife
Possessions few, Father departed.

She loved a hunter boy from the hills
And though he was poor, his love was pure and unbounded
He travelled long and far every day to gather for her wild flowers
Not all that counts can be counted.

Up high in the Alps he knew how it would be
His shining gold horns the much coveted key
And though he’d be pursued, this goat refused to flee
Yes all this from his perch Zlatorog could foresee.

And then the merchant came,
Bringing with him wealth to teach these poor folk to feel shame
Met with much acclaim,
From the young girl’s mother who sought his Venetian name.

She can’t be blamed
For wanting the best for her daughter no
But she was unashamed,
In bragging to the man of her daughters great beauty
So that he, with his loins all a flame,
Proposed that he and the girl should be married,
But then what of true loves claim?
And what of our hunter and the flowers he carried?

Our lovers they were distraught, with the wedding date set,
The hunter boy begged, and the mountain girl wept,
But the mother insisted, that her wishes be met,
Her daughter would marry and never know debt,
And so the young hunter vowed, that he’d equal the wealth,
that the merchant man had, he’d achieve it himself.
To kill the golden horned goat, what was the hunter boy planned,
And with the treasure this bought he’d win back his lady’s hand.

Up high in the Alps he knew how it would be
His shining gold horns the much coveted key
And though he’d be pursued, this goat refused to flee
Yes all this from his perch Zlatorog could forsee.

So up he climbed.
His love in mind.
His aim to find.

So atop Triglav’s Peak, The hunter boy met his prey,
Beheld his Mighty Goldhorn, Majestic coat thick and grey
And with regret in his gut, a broken heart in his breast,
And with his lady in mind, he put himself to the test
He took gun, muttered a prayer, closed his eyes and then the trigger was pressed.

And as the Goldhorn’s blood, ran down and touched the Earth,
The soil was fertilised and the great mountain gave birth
(To a) single Triglav Rose that spouted from the ground
Where the blood from Zlatorog ran fast and thickly down.

But as the hunter boy approached
He found the goat eating the Rose
But little knew he what power there grows,
And so the goat was healed and there arose.

Once upon a time long ago
There lived a girl high in the mountains
Lover to a boy never seen
After that day that he departed.

He died in the pursuit of her hand,
For though he was poor his love was pure and unbounded,
And so she gave her life to the Lord, ending her days as a nun
Not all that counts can be counted.

Z is for Zlatorog
(Zlatorog is Slovenian for Goldhorn or Goldenhorn. This Slovenian mythical creature is a white chamois (goat-antelope species) buck with horns made of gold. Zlatorog lives in the heights of Mount Triglav, and his golden horns are the key to the hidden treasure in this mountain. The tale of Zlatorog was first written down by Karl Deschmann in 1868. The Zlatorog ate a magical flower that gave it incredible life power.)
(The ABCs of Mythical Creatures: Z)