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spidermilkshake · 1 year

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Ancardia's Unusual Animals--The Mishipeshu, or the Bunyip

Classification: Dragon (mishipeshu/bunyip)

Habitat: Deep areas of slow rivers, oxbow lakes, and billabongs spread throughout southern Akimmia, the northern Silver Coasts, the Southern Drakalors and in the Underground’s uppermost layer.

The Mishipeshu (known as a Bunyip in Ogrish, as it is referred to in the Underground) is a cousin of the true dragons much like the Kirin. Unlike all of its relatives, the mishipeshu is a fully carnivorous creature, known to prowl rivers and shallow lake and wetland systems in a crocodile-like fashion. Adult mishipeshu are moderately-sized animals, usually about 3 meters from nose to tail, and their preferred prey are proportionately somewhat large and include deer, sheep and goats, small aurochs, waterfowl, moose calves and large waterdog salamanders, dire flathead frogs, and deepwater rats (in the Underground), but they have been known to attack a wide range of creatures that come to the waterside, including both small and medium-sized humanoids. It is an intelligent, somewhat migratory, and long-lived species with an extremely low reproductive rate, and tends to dig out temporary dens with underwater access in the banks of clay-based rivers and pools, with an emergency exit by land some meters away under brushy cover. Their name in Sudavaan alludes to their much-feared status, as it means “water panther”.

Mostly solitary, every four years mishipeshu will seek out mates in the late autumn and pair up in adjoining home territories in order to raise their young. Much like true dragons, these creatures lay eggs in clutches of three to eight, with a few infertile decoy eggs also included, and after about four months the eggs hatch into somewhat mobile but otherwise helpless whelps. Over the course of the next year, mishipeshu whelps begin to swim, hunt small animals, and draw on their natural arcana for stealth, and after about two years they become fully independent but do tend to linger in the territory of one or more parents until they reach a certain level of experience. Mishipeshu tend to live an average of 150 years in the wild, with the record age for one being an elder female from the Buldar region who lived to be 247 years of age.

#ancardia #ancardian homebrew #bestiary #mixed media #creatures #animals #Ancient Domains of Mystery #ADOM #Dnd-like #mishipeshu #bunyip #water panther #or water lynx #native american mythology #aboriginal mythology #draconic creature

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lynniceberg · 4 months

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Piasa Dragon

Piasa Dragon likes walks in the forest, swims in the river, limestone caves, and philosophical discussions.

Piasa Dragon dislikes judgy people, bullies, and most "cides," especially pesticides and genocides.

The Piasa is considered a beast from Native American mythology and described as winged with talons, antlers, a human face with long fangs, a beard, and a tail long enough to wrap around it's body ending in a fish tail.

Joliet Marquette is the first European to record the Piasa from seeing a large indigenous painting of it on the limestone bluffs above the Mississippi north of what was the indigenous city of Cahokia near what is now Alton, Illinois.

The Piasa recently came out of hiding after hundreds of years to "set the record straight."

The Piasa scoffed at an 1836 paper by Professor John Russell. In the report Russell wrote that "Piasa" is a Illini word that means "Bird That Devours Men." And that the Piasa was said to have developed a taste for human flesh after eating the dead on a battlefield. "Russell wasn't even there!" the Piasa growled.

"I mean, I thought I was doing the humans a favor by disposing of their dead. There were a lot of them and I didn't want them to stink up the place. You'd think you'd be more concerned with how they died than what happened to them after." The Piasa says it does not prefer to eat humans but will if provoked.

It added that the word "Piasa" is actually an affectionate term of the Illini that can be loosely translated to mean "wise weirdo." "Another thing," the Piasa griped, "Do I look like a bird? No! I'm a dragon. And don't mix me up with my cousin, Mishipeshu, who you've called a 'water panther.' We're very different and, frankly, we're both tired of the comparison. Just don't believe everything you read on Wikipedia"

When asked why it's never revealed itself to Europeans before it replied, "I meant to get around to it but you all were busy with genociding and it seemed you weren't very open to differences. Then your whole Civil War happened and I just thought I'd lay low again until you wiped each other out. That hasn't happen yet and, I don't know... I'm just so tired of the BS."

#piasa #piasa bird #piasa dragon #native american #mythology #Mississippian culture #Mishipeshu #water panther

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proneterror204 · 22 days

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Watercat in Gotham

Dani is a Mishipeshu, but she prefers water panther, It sounds cooler. She's been running up rivers, checking in with Danny, staying away from Vlad, and exploring the coastlines. Never going out to sea, that's Atlantian territory. She dislikes them very much. They're king thinks he controls the seas. She knows the sea's are wild and free like her, its in her nature.

As a mythical force of nature her instincts guide her to where she is needed. She finds herself in the polluted waters of Gotham Bay: Fish smile like clowns, Piles of underwater bodies, Fear poison, and chemical waste. She has no shortage of work to do.

Her fifth day in Gotham. Shes flooded 3 poison factories, mauled the sewer zombie, bitten the gator man, teamed up with plant woman, and licked the ninja boy with the sword. Now there is a lady in a catsuit goin pspspsps. OH she has tuna!

#mishipeshu dani #catwoman loves all cats #even mythical ones #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt

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deathclawstudios · 2 years

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Spark form #10: Meet the Mishipeshu! The mystical underwater panther from the great lakes, native American tribes.

Mishipeshu sparks love water and usually make friends with water-based sparks. They're also quite partial to copper.

Many more spark forms are on their way! Hope these help you all to make your own spark OCS for the comic!

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mojomann67 · 2 years

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Cryptober 4 - Mishipeshu #inktober #inktober2022 #cryptid #cryptober #mishipeshu

#inktober #inktober2022 #cryptober #cryptid #mishipeshu

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radiance1 · 3 months

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Vlad opened his eyes expecting to look up at his cieling.

The pair of eyes staring straight into his own was not what he wanted to see.

"I need you to make a clone of me." Danny, ever the grain of salt in a pile of sugar, said with all the tact of something who didn't just break into a man's room.

Vlad squinted up at him and scowled. "Hello to you as well, Daniel. Not even a good morning?" He groaned, reaching a hand up to massage his temple to try and offset the headache he could feel settling in. "Do you have the slight clue what time it is?"

"It's 3 AM."

Vlad blinked, and his scowled deepened. "That somehow makes it even worse." He sat up as Danny leaned back, and reached for his side table, taking up a glass with little difficulty and downing the water in few gulps. He then sighed and looked back at Danny. "What is this about making a clone of you?"

Danny crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Exactly what it sounds like, fruitloop. I need you," Danny pointed a finger at Vlad. "To make me," He then pointed that finger at himself. "A clone."

Vlad's eyebrow twitched at how Danny spoke. As if he were explaining someone complex to a child. He sighed, killing whatever retort was on his tongue to instead rest his head in his head.

"There should most likely be one left that I haven't melted down yet, do with that what you will." He shifted back some until he could rest against his headboard and waited for the nuisance to leave-

"Why are you shirtless?" Inquired the child that was still there.

Vlad opened his eyes to shoot his a glare and he scoffed. "Are you not going to run along towards whatever need you have for a clone, child. Or do you insist on ruining whatever peace I have left?"

"Is the clone an actual clone or..?" Danny tilted his eyes, eyes roaming off Vlad to the lump beside him.

"No, it won't suddenly come to life, it is just a body." Vlad explained as he manifested a wing to hide said lump from Danny's gaze. "So you need not worry about that part, though why you would need one is beyond me."

Danny stayed quiet for a moment, before shrugging. "You still have a clone of me though? That's kinda weird dud-" His smirk was slapped right off his smug face by a wing as he flew back a bit through the air.

He matched Vlad's glare with one of his own as he rubbed his face, before huffing. "Fine. I'm leaving now." He phased through the wall, leaving with the whisper of fruitloop and leaving Vlad in that blessed, of so sacred silence.

Sadly, it was not to last.

His bedroom door was slammed open, with enough strength to shake the entire room and cause the poor thing to slam into the wall with enough force to crack the blood thing. "Dad! Those weird birds are-" The voice momentarily interrupted by two shouts of alarm.

"SWEET BUTTER BISTCUITS!"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

"-...Why are you naked...?" Danielle said, a look of disturbed confusion on her face before she ducked low to avoid a blast of magic. "Okay, now that was uncalled for- ewwwwwwwww!" She then screwed her eyes shut and put her hands over her eyes and looked as if she might puke.

Vlad, deciding to spare his daughter from a sight only he should've seen this morning and acquainted himself with quite thoroughly last night, he moved a wing to hide his partner's... private bits, from sight. Who then decided it would be the best idea to sit down.

On Vlad's wing.

If Vlad were any lesser man, he might have complained. But he was not. So he did not.

He did shift his wing around, however.

"You have a kid?" John Constantine, conman extraordinaire, rather shamelessly took the glass offered as Vlad covered the both of them with a sheet and drank the water. "Would a been nice to know before I shot at her, actually."

Vlad massaged the bridge of his nose, a headache coming on that in no way was because of a hangover and sighed through his nose. "She was not even supposed to be here for a week more, so there was no reason to tell you anything."

To which Constantine shrugged.

"Why are you here, Danielle. You were supposed," He stressed the word. "To be somewhere in Metropolis."

A single eye peeked out from between the girl's fingers, before she let out a relieved sigh and dropping her hands. "Those weird birds tracked me down to tell you they want to meet you." Dani wrinkled her nose. "Though I think you should put on clothes though.

"Weird birds-" Vlad paused, sneaking a glance over at his alarm clock to see that it was, in fact, 3:15 AM and groaned. he dropped his face into his hands. "Those blasted phoenixes, it's three in the morning!"

Dani just shrugged and stepped out of the room. "They're in your living room by the way, the fourth one down the hall that takes the two right turns, and they're getting pretty impatient." She then paused, staring straight at Constantine, who stared back with a raised eyebrow.

Water dripped down his face and down onto the bed as a ball of water slapped smack dab in the face as he reopened his eyes with an unamused expression.

Dani stuck her tongue out and then disappeared down the hall.

"Well, I'm awake now at least." Constantine said, reaching over Vlad's lap to place his now empty glass onto the side table.

A loud screech cut through the noise of the mansion, and for the second time. Vlad groaned.

It was only three in the morning...

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ichorai · 1 year

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mishipeshu ; namor.

read part one ; amor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; one rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

warnings / includes ; black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, more or less a sequel to this fic, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, mentions of colonizers and mutant bigotry, descriptions of blood and injuries

main masterlist.

Pain was not a feeling you were unfamiliar with.

Your entire life, pain followed just behind you like a dark, stormy cloud hanging over your head. It was there when you left Talokan for the surface-world. It was there when the humans turned against you once they found out you were a mutant. It was there when Namor found you amongst them.

And for a short period of time, Namor acted as a barrier to the constant pain—a salve to your wounds. With him, you had duped yourself into thinking that the pain was gone.

Now, as you stared him down with wide eyes and a clenched jaw, you realized just how foolish you’d been.

“You want to attack Wakanda…” you said, deathly calm, “because they won’t fight your war with the surface world?”

Narrowing his eyes, Namor stepped closer to you. The vibranium-tipped spear clutched in his fist glinted menacingly—you were lucky to have caught him just before his strike on Wakanda. “They killed our people.”

“In self defense!” you retaliated, throwing your arms up. “You were going to kill the girl! She is a kid!”

“I knew it,” your husband sneered. “I knew you still cared for the land-dwellers. After all they’ve done to you!”

There it was. Pain flared within your chest, crawling through the crevices of your ribcage and winding taut. The deep scars that ran down your abdomen and legs never went away, not after all this time—not even with your mutant powers. They were a reminder of their hatred. Of why you left with Namor and came back to Talokan.

“One rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away, mi amor,” you whispered. Tears pricked the corner of your vision, and you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat. Head held high, you swam over to him, closing the short distance between the two of you. You placed a hand on his chest, just above where his heart laid. “Do not do this. You spared me when we first met—you showed me mercy. Do not tell me the person I fell in love with is gone.”

Conflict warred within his dark irises. This was tearing him apart, you could see it as clear as day. He gazed upon you with part frustration, and part longing.

For you, only for you, did he take a second to reconsider.

After a lengthy pause, he spoke again. “If I do not stop them now… we will never be safe from them.”

It seemed that his mind was made.

“Is this what you want to be?” you spat out, stumbling away from him. “A king that rules through fear? The almighty K’uk’ulkan?” The last word was practically dripping with venomous animosity.

“I love my people,” hissed Namor. It seemed like he wanted to get closer, but he stopped when you only drew yourself further away. “I love… I love you, mi vida.”

Scoffing, you shook your head. “Perhaps you do. But not more than your hatred for the surface-dwellers.”

The stagnant silence that stretched between the two of you was thick, bordering on torturous. Your husband could only helplessly stare at you.

“I’m not going to let you attack an entire nation for protecting themselves.” Your words shattered the fragile quiet, like a hammer through glass. Namor’s eyes hardened. The fingers on his spear flexed.

“You can’t stop me,” he warned, uncharacteristically soft.

“I can die trying,” you replied, determined.

Without having to vocalize it, you knew he was pleading with you to stand down. He tilted his head, regarding you with a wounded expression of betrayal. “You would die for them?”

“No, amor. I would die for you.” Locking your jaw, you rolled your shoulders and morphed into your mutant form—a Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you.

And with that, you lunged.

You dove at him with unsheathed claws, catching him by surprise and raking your talons down his face with a snarl. Despite his initial shock, he recovered quickly, effortlessly dodging your second strike, grabbing the dagger-like ridges on your spine, and yanking you back out of his way.

“I will not fight you!” your husband roared. There were deep, jagged gashes running down the side of his face from where you scratched him, steadily leaking dark ichor and dissipating out into the ocean water. It broke your heart to see one of his pointed ears bleeding profusely—it seemed one of your claws had torn clean through half of the cartilage.

His words fell upon deaf ears.

You swooped downward, sharp fangs sinking into the meat of his shin until you heard a sick crack of his bones cave in with the pressure, and you jerked back, trying to put as much distance between him and the shore as you could. An ear-splitting bellow erupted from his lungs at the pain, but you didn’t let go, only clamping down harder. The bitter taste of his blood hitting your tongue nearly made you gag with revulsion. Your spiked tail, thick and lined with scales the color of fire, was quick to come around and wrap tightly over Namor’s neck as you swam as quickly as you could.

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could hold him off, but you couldn’t ever live with yourself if you at least didn’t try to stop him. The Mishipeshu was more than twice his size, sure, but Namor had the strength of a thousand Talokan fighters combined.

Sudden pain erupted through your front paw and a caterwaul of fury echoed from your lungs upon seeing his vibranium spear sticking out of webbed foot. Namor grabbed your tail, now limp around his throat, and shoved you away once more, ripping the staff out of your flesh.

“DON’T!” he ordered when you growled, preparing to jump at him once again. The wounds you’d inflicted on his shin and the broken bone made him swim with a minor limp, though you knew that must’ve hurt more than words could describe. “I’ve cut your tail off before—don’t make me do it again.”

It seemed all the commotion alerted the rest of the Talokan warriors nearby and they were by his side in an instant. They pointed their vibranium-arrowed staffs at you, fanning out around your husband.

Namor studied you for a minute longer, noticing the genuine fear flicker behind the amber eyes of your Mishipeshu form. Slowly, you morphed back to your Talokan form—a clear sign of surrender.

“I love you, mi amor,” you said to him with a trembling voice, despite the dozens of warriors and spears between you. “Never forget that.”

Swiftly, you turned and swam away. Away from Talokan, away from the war, away from him. You left a trail of blood in your wake, seeping from the gaping hole in your foot.

“Stop,” Namor barked at the Talokan as they began advancing after you. “Let them go.” They halted immediately. There was a war to win—and he’d fight it with or without you.

His own words rang in his head.

Let them go.

He found you on the warm beaches of Angola.

It’d been a year since you left Talokan.

He watched you from the ocean as you walked along the shore, stopping every so often to pick up small sea shells. It was a good thing it was nighttime, or else you would’ve seen him lurking amongst the clear waters.

Perhaps a year ago, he would’ve stormed right up to you, wrapped his arms around you in a way that seemed almost foreign to him now, kissed you until the sun rose once more.

But he was a changed man now.

He spent an entire year searching—and he knew better than to scare you away like that.

So he waited.

A couple hours later, the early morning stained the sky with a tangerine haze, and you stepped out of your small beach-side hut in a matching orange tank-top. Around your neck were the seashells you collected the day prior, clacking against your sternum with each step as you made your way back to the shore. There was a figure among the horizon, and initially, you had just assumed it was an ambitious surfer, or a deep-sea diver of some sorts.

But as the figure grew closer, you began to recognize the dark silhouette. After all—you fell asleep beside the very same body every night for years.

When your husband emerged from the waters, you stood your ground, staring him down as he strode towards you. Droplets of water meandered down his tan skin, dripping down onto the fine golden sand. The vibranium jewelry he wore shone beneath the daylight, unchanged from when you last saw him.

You noted, with particular interest, that he wasn’t carrying a weapon.

“Took you a while to find me,” you said, so quietly that your words were nearly lost to the whispering wind.

He studied you silently, dark eyes roaming over you, soaking you in. You’d changed quite a bit—hair cut significantly shorter than it used to be, a few more sun-kissed freckles spotting your skin, and a small tattoo etched into your bicep depicting a pointed ear. But you were still the same in many more ways; your eyes were wide, just like the way they always were when you were watching him, the small, faded scar on your jaw was still there, and you still had that gentle slope to your lips that Namor was never able to resist kissing.

Noticing his gaze directed at your tattoo, you shifted slightly so he could see it better.

“I had it tattooed so you’d always be with me, in a way,” you said, a hesitant smile gracing your lips.

He stepped closer to you, still quiet.

“K’uk’ulkan—” you started, but he lifted a finger, effectively silencing you.

“Amor,” he croaked out, voice hoarse. “You call me amor.”

And then, he kissed you. It was nearly visceral, how he hooked his arm around your abdomen, and tucked his other hand against the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he leaned into you. His nose knocked into yours almost painfully, but neither of you minded. Both of your hands were splayed over his chest, digging your nails into his pectorals, brushing against his warm jewelry. You trembled against him, a scalding tear slipping down your cheek, mingling with the salt water still dripping down his hair.

“I missed you… so much, mi vida,” he whispered once you parted ways, his forehead slanting over yours as he gazed at you with blatant affection. “I am so sorry—I was blind with hatred. And I didn’t want to listen to you because I thought backing down from a fight was weak. I didn’t know that living with that… that anger, and being merciful to your enemies is the strongest thing a leader can do. Shuri had every opportunity to end my life a year ago. She wanted to—I could see it in her eyes. But she didn’t. And for the longest time, I was left wondering why. I realized that if we succumbed to our hatred, we would be no better than the surface-colonizers. You were right, mi vida. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, amor,” you uttered, breathless, snaking your arms over his neck and pressing your nose against the column of his throat as you embraced him, breathing in his scent. He smelled of sunlight, of coconuts, of salt. How you missed him. “I missed you, too. I love you so much.”

He grasped your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting your face so he could meet your gaze. He kissed you again, softer this time, his septum piercing grazing your cheek.

“Come home,” he mumbled, gently stroking your jaw with the back of his fingers. “Come back to Talokan, Mishipeshu.”

You bowed your head, hiding a brilliant smile. “If you’ll have me, K’uk’ulkan.”

#namor x reader #namor fanfiction #namor fanfic #marvel fanfiction #namor imagine #namor drabble #namor angst #namor fluff #namor x you #black panther fanfiction

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rs-hawk · 5 months

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Me going feral over the idea of Mishipeshu x his human lover. He lurks in the lake, waiting for her to come back. He only attacks boats and anyone passing over now because he’s trying to find her. He knows that she was taken from him as a punishment for him daring to try to be more than what he is-a monster. Just because a human saw beyond his appearance doesn’t mean that at his core- that isn’t what he is. He’s a monster. That’s why he’s confined to the lake, only able to slip out through tunnels hidden from humans view for short periods of time. Eventually he has to come home, defeated and deflated. No matter how much human magic he learns, he can’t turn back time, and he can’t regain even a smidgen of the humanoid form he had when she was able to do it for him.

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kiwicopia · 7 months

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Synopsis: When getting shipwrecked on a strange, uninhibited island, you start to realize that this lost isle isn't as devoid of life as you thought. Monsters of myth roam the land and surrounding sea, lying in wait for a beauty like you. Will you survive, or will the slightest indulgence of carnal desire be your downfall?

Contents: female reader, yandere characters, monster fucking, blood and gore, slight gaslighting, manipulation, use of creature ability, mate-like mannerisms and intentions, cursing, kidnapping, slight Stockholm syndrome.

Notes: Main parts flow into one another like usual chapters. Part two is basically endgame with that specified character. The reader kind of sleeps her way around the island. Titles suck, but bear with me.

1. The Cat's Meow (Nekomata!Itadori) | Part Two

2. Exquisite Equine (Qilin!Yuta) | Part Two

3. Screams of Satisfaction (Banshee!Inumaki) | Part Two

4. A Little Bit of Mischief (Azeban!Shiu) | Part Two

5. Man's Best Friend (Werewolf!Megumi) | Part Two

6. Fiendish Fantasies (Ghoul!Mahito) | Part Two

7. The Sweetest Melody (Adarna Bird!Gojo) | Part Two

8. Dark Luck (Black Stag!Geto) | Part Two

9. Shiny Little Trinkets (Dragon!Nanami) | Part Two

10. Sinister Stallion (Kelpie!Choso) | Part Two

11. Sinful Succulence (Naga!Higuruma) | Part Two

12. Grizzly Encounters (Werebear!Toji) | Part Two

13. Water Panther (Mishipeshu!Ino) | Part Two

14. Maze of Madness (Minotaur!Hakari) | Part Two

15. A Chance with God (Oni!Trueform!Sukuna) | Part Two

♥️ Divider by benkeibear ♥️

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draconesmundi · 1 year

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Happy Dracones Monday! Water Panther

The Water Panther is from the Great Lakes of North America - I am not going to call this Mishipeshu, as that is a specific spirit and not an animal - I want to respectully mention Native American folklore in my project (as I don't want North America to only have dragons invented by westerners) but I don't want to equate spirits and important figures to 'cryptids' - I will either find a respectful way to include water panthers in the project or I will remove them - for now I'm just posting this picture on my blog. I based the face on a lynx, and gave him a copper coloured tail.

Here are links to Native-Languages.org website on the Water Panther and the 'True Tiger', for people wanting to learn more. Native Languages is a great resource for learning about folklore, languages and traditions in North America!

#Dracones Monday #Water Panthers #North America #If this is disrespectful I will delete it but I think water panthers are cool and I want people to know about them #If anyone is Cree or Ojibwe or Algonquin or Odawa or Shawnee or Menominee and wants to proofread what I've got on Water Panther #let me know!#although that's one of the 'needs rewriting because my last draft is 3 years old now' chapters

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dailymythicalknowledge · 11 months

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Jackson's Daily Bestiary #14: Thunderbird

Image credit: https://www.legendsofamerica.com/thunderbird-native-american/

Region of Origin: North America

Thunderbirds are giant birds of Native American mythology, found among the legends of many tribes in North America, particularly those of the Great Lakes region. They are called Thunderbirds because they are said to cause thunder with the flap of their wings and produce lightning from their eyes.

They are said to be large enough to carry off whales in their talons and eat them. Many tribes consider them sacred forces of nature, as they would bring the rain and thus cause vegetation to grow. They may also sometimes be accompanied by lesser spirits in the form of smaller birds and falcon.

Many legends depict them as being constantly engaged in war with evil spirits of the underworld. In Algonquin legends, they are the ancestors of the human race and mortal enemies of the water panther Mishipeshu. In Ojibwe myths, they are moral enforcers created by the culture hero Nanabozho in order to fight underwater spirits.

Sources:

-https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thunderbird_(mythology)

-https://www.legendsofamerica.com/thunderbird-native-american/https://

-https://www.britannica.com/topic/thunderbird-mythological-bird

-http://www.native-languages.org/thunderbird.htm

-https://www.historydefined.net/thunderbird/

#jackson's daily bestiary #mythology #folklore #native american mythology #algonquin #ojibwe #Thunderbird #north america #legendary birds

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little-witchys-garden · 9 months

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Why I love using cats in my witchcraft

I love cats, they're one of my favorite creatures and one of the few creatures I love using in my witchcraft.

I love cat symbolism, cat figures, cat themed things, cat magick, connecting with cat spirits, and allowing my own pet cats in my witchcraft.

So let's talk about cats!

The spiritual symbolism of Cats:

cats are symbolic of rebirth and resurrection, per their nine lives. Because they are nocturnal, they are also associated with darkness independence, guardian energy, the esoteric, and mystery, elegance, curiosity, independence, protection, magic, and other notable qualities.

Divine cats connect with:

Bastet

Sekhmet

Eros

Nergal

Mafdet

Kasha

Wadjet

Mishipeshu

Nyx

Selene

Ceridwen

Palu

Dawon

the yule cat

The cat sithe

Brighid

Ovinnik

Hecate

Li Shou

Ai-Apaec

Bòge cat

Freya

Maneki-neko

Tezcatlipoca

Kapitángan

And that's not even all not them!

Different cats have different meanings:

Yep that's right! We all know the black cat = bad luck thing but did you know there's lots of superstitions around cats? I'll name a few!

Black cats are bad luck unless you're a sailor or a witch then they're good luck.

For sailors white cats were bad luck!

Calico cats in Japan are actually seen as good luck and even luckier if they have a bobbed tail!

It is bad luck to cross a stream carrying a cat.

If a cat purrs at nothing, a ghost is in the room.

Bathing a cat will cause it to rain.

A cat at a wedding is a good omen

If you can pluck a pure white hair from an all-black cat without being scratched, you will be lucky all your life long

Cats can see death

Fishermen’s wives believe that their husbands will be safe at sea if a black cat is kept in the house

A kitten being born the same day as your baby means your baby will have a lucky life.

Blue eyed cats are good luck

Cats spread gossip so they should not enter rooms where private discussions are taking place.

When you see a one-eyed cat, spit on your thumb, stamp your palm with your thumb and make a wish.

Killing a cat means 17-18 years of bad luck

If a cat jumps across a grave, that corpse will return as a vampire.

If a cat sneezes three times, someone else is going to catch a cold.

If a cat has kittens in your house, it is a sign that your house has no evil spirits

If you head off on a journey and see a cat on your left side, it is a sign of good luck.

Visiting a home with a cat? Kiss the cat for good luck.

And that’s just a few cat superstitions!

Cats in witchcraft/spirituality in history:

Cats were feared and thought to indicate the presence of evil, either being the Devil himself, or a witch in disguise, a demon, a faery in disguise, undead, immortal or a ghost.

As early as the 13th century, the Catholic Church linked cats to Satan, heretics, witches, pagans, demons, ghosts, the fae, vampires and zombies. Over time during slavery of both the Irishs and Africans the church connected them too hoodoo, voodoo and Irish paganism though it was mostly because slaves would keep these creatures as cherished companions during their years of slavery since cats were a plenty and often times were from/born on the plantations. Cats also had a connection to native Americans as well! Many cats essentially pregnant Cats get abandoned by their owners left on many reservations, these abandoned cats become the devoted pets and mouse hunters on reservations helping in keeping rodent populations down And with that came native based spiritual beliefs around cats! Cats have been beloved and faithful companions of the oppressed for centuries!

Also just adding in feng shui cats are seen as protectors and good luck!

Cats also are symbols of femininity, queerness, ABC being on trans spectrum.

There's so much more about cats in mythology, folklore, superstitions, witchcraft and other spiritual beliefs!

So if you wanna add animal symbolism into your craft then the protective, lucky and mysterious cat might be for you!

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