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fetabathwater · 10 months

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🖊️ + Ganieda🌱 or Llonvyne🦇 or Catiel🚀

okay so like

🌱 ganieda 🌱 is literally the grossest fucking plant like kind of interlinking with how i think that sylvari honestly do have some inherent poison resistance due to plants, and the whole golden liquid gut thing going on, so she definitely tests it on everything. i know the commander eats anything in canon for those points but ganieda cranks it up to eleven. like probably an outlier even amongst sylvari. i dont rly see her as my canon commander bc its fun playing barbie dolls with her (and myrnah) and just having gan walk around and her having gross lil priory girlie moments wherever. i cant write anything serious for her because all she does is lust over myrnah, argue about history, and lick rocks. not always in that order.

🦇 llonie 🦇 is an oc i always come back to she never rly changes like she's always existed as she is and i think one of my fave things about her is that she rly was randomly generated with me mashing the randomise button and like esp being thrown in with the greymoor dlc opening it just kinda clicked? like also i love how eso rly is like yeah ok u can do whatever u want like ur a dunmer but like. get OUTTA vvardenfell we dont want you which is the funniest reaction. reminds me of morrowind. but yeah. the lil blood sucking, super soul charged, divorced, daedric loving weirdo is MY weirdo.

🚀 catiel 🚀 is like. okay i LOVE how like the bounty hunter's story is there? like i know a lot of the stories overlap and the timeframe is worked out by people but the bh is so fucking funny in being the random group who gets in some sweet revenge, participates in a bloody competition and may or may not become the mando's adoptive killing machine (honourary child), may become part of a royal alderaanian family, shows up right at the end, kills both sith and jedi, and then is like. okay bye we're gonna go fishing. and also like i know that the ages are all vague and stuff but with the older voice and the implied experience behind dialogue options its like. i love how the bh can be like. older. so naturally i made catiel a milf. she's in her 50s by the time kotfe rolls around. i definitely channelled a lil of desperate housewives into her, so we love to see a cougar winning.

#replies #oc: ganieda an dhu #oc: catiel jast #oc: llonvyne

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1poeticprincess · 2 years

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Alcantara by Myrnah

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iamdunn · 3 years

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Myrnah

Story of Mau & Manny

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AJ Dunn

Mau sat shivering in the cold. The rain poured down on her as the night seemed to go on and on. Dark clouds poured rain in thick heavy drops. Her stomach ached from hunger, as she hadn't had a real meal in days. Not since her half-brother cast her out of Marida. A very peculiar turn of events had landed her stranded in a forest far from her home. She was lost and alone as she sat and cried. This all happened just days ago.

In the capital city of Marida, Shytah and his wife Buhimmish sat as elders to the Gods in a temple as old as time. Shytah had one son from a previous wife and his name was Shefertem. Whhen Shefertem was nut a young boy, Shytah took Buhimish as his and she bore him a daughter. Mau had long thick black hair, and tan colored skin. When she cried, every cat in the village came to comfort her. Her dark eyes like onyx gems gleamed with joy at every wondrous sight she seen. Life seemed to dance around her and her parents doted upon her every blessing the Gods would grant them. Shefertem was very jealous growing up with her getting all of the attention from everyone.

By the time Mau was in her 16th year, she had explored every hall in the great temple, and knew all the stories written in hieroglyphs on the walls. Stories depicting a time of great prosperity in a far off region of Myrnah that was once known as the great Gardens. Now desolate and barren, the land is known as the Badlands or Ontura's Dessert. A war once broke out there after a woman was scorned and left by her love. She wrought her revenge and was damned by the Gods to live an eternity in her own Dessert. Buhimmish would tell Mau, to never allow her scorn to burn her up like the rage that caused Ontura's downfall.

"Bring peace where you walk my child." She would say. "For love will endure all things." Then she would sing her to sleep with twinkling lights dancing overhead. "Not all stories end with a happy tune." She'd say, "Some start with one." Mau's life certainly started with a happy tune. She barely knew life outside of the temple and even in the city she'd see the people, but rarely mingled with any other than those brought in to cater to her needs. She would see others but was not allowed to partake of their lives. The stable folks would saddle a horse for her, but she wasn't allowed to play with their son. Even though the boy whose name she never knew would watch her with his dark longing eyes while his father taught her how to ride.

Mau would bore easily, the lack of children her age to mingle with was stupefying. She watched the stable boy from her room as he brushed the horses. Sometimes he would climb a tree unaware of her watching him. She saw him one day plucking apples from the Temple trees. A look of fear crossed his face when he realized he had been seen. Mau placed one finger over her lips. The boy smiled at her. The very next day she found a rose placed on her balcony where she would sit.

Mau found herself getting lost in the halls of the temple one day. She decided to step outside of the bounds her parents had always set for her. Watching the stable boy do something he knew to be wrong, didn't seem to be harmful. She slipped down a corridor she had never been. A place that was dark with sandstone walls and steps going down a long narrow stairway. She lit a torch once she was far enough down she didn't think anyone would spot her. At the bottom of the steps was a circular room with hieroglyphs she had never seen before. Stories and images seemed to dance on the walls with jewels carved into the sandstone walls. Shapes of creatures she had never seen before. Three great lights danced in the sky unlike the two suns that hung there now. The red sun which shines in the day, and a blue sun at night. This made the sky purple and it was never dark. The light of the blue sun made it darker than the day, but not as dark as the images depicted on the wall. A bright yellow sun shone over a garden full of purple flowers. A Dimmer blue light shone over a darkened land where all you could see was silhouettes of the structures. Mau sat before these images for hours before she heard someone coming down the corridor. Mau quickly plunged her torch into a barrel of water that always sits below every torch. She quickly hid in the corner. There were several closed doors but Mau had not dared to venture beyond them. But as the light of someone else' torch brighten with every step Mau pushed hard on the nearest door and flung herself inside closing it gently behind her.

She heard a door open up outside her door. Then she heard voices.

"When do you want it done?" A man asked with a shaky voice.

"Soon." She heard Shefertem speak. "Her 18th year is upon her, and I fear what that will bring to my birthright." Mau began to question what her brother was talking about. She was only 16 years, 17 in a few days, and how would her 18th threaten his birthright, he was the elder child. Mau heard a mouse scurry across the floor kicking up dust as it flew past her. Mau sneezed then suddenly covered her mouth hoping no one had noticed. The voices stopped. "You may have your chance sooner than later." Shefertem said. Footsteps came closer then the door to the room Mau was hiding in opened. The light from Shefertems torch brightened the room so that Mau could see that what she was sitting in was a shrine to the Goddess Glorah. Images of her white tigress face and paws, her tail dancing about behind her. A gentle white gown with slits up to the hips on both side showing a very feminine and fierce woman. A voss of purple flowers painted along the side sat on an ivory pedestal.

"You are making this too easy little sister." Shefertem smirked.

"You get the throne Shef." Mau stammered. "Your older than me and you get the throne not me. You'll be 18 this year."

"Your wrong Mau." Shefertem squatted right in front of her holding the torch above her head. "They've lied to you for almost 18 years. She is not your mother, she's mine!" Shefertem reached out with his left hand striking her across the face. Mau could see the shadowy figure in the doorway cringe at the sound from the corner of her eyes. Her face turned away from Shefertem as tears began to escape down her cheek kissing her burning face. Mau had never been struck before. "How is that Mau? How do you like to feel pain? You have caused me so much pain for so many years." Shefertem stood up turning to the shadow in the doorway. "Well, here's your chance. I want her dead and gone."

"Wh...what shall I do with the body sir?" the man gulped

"Your a spell caster are you not?" Shefertem smirked. "I have a pest problem, get rid of it for me." The words came out cold and unfamiliar as Shefertem stepped passed the man and left the room. Mau looked up to see the man standing in the light of another torch that had been place on the sconce in the round room. The man turned and watched Shefertem leave then turned back to Mau. Fear ran through her veins hot and she began to sweat. Yet she shivered as if the heat was so deep in her body it could not warm her skin. Mau coward in the corner. He stepped into the chamber closing the door behind him blocking out the light. He began to chant words she had never heard. Suddenly light blossomed so bright she couldn't see anything. She turned over to her knees and hands and tried to crawl away from the man but there was nowhere to go. So she curled up in a ball underneath the picture of Glorah. She began to say the prayer her mother told her to say if she was ever in grave danger like this.

"Oh Glorah mother of thy own, around me cast your warmth and love protect me from the darkness and keep me safe from harm." Mau chanted it over and over until she began to feel dizzy and sleepy. She forgot what she had been chanting the prayer for and fell asleep. It was just a dream.

Mau woke to darkness. She couldn't remember anything. She tried to look around but the room was without any light. Mau had never felt so cold and alone. The floor was hard. She struggled to come to grips with what had happened. She couldn't see or hear anything and she had no idea how long she had been asleep. Mau just layed there. Her head was still swimming and she felt very heavy. She could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and a faint sound of voices. Shefertem was coming back with the spell caster. The door opened and only the spell caster stepped in. He was carrying a bag in his hand. Mau closed her eyes until only a slit remained of view. She hoped he would think her dead or asleep and leave her alone. He reached down and nudged her with his hand. He then began to run his hand along her back. Mau was confused by this sensation. She couldn't feel his hand on her skin, but also she couldn't feel the clothes she had been wearing.

Mau looked up at him but he simply placed his finger over his lips then nudged her head back to the floor. Mau closed her eyes again.

"It worked. Hand me her clothes there on the floor and I'll take your pest to be disposed of." the man said turning to Shefertem. Mau could barely see Shefertem hand him the dress she had been wearing. Fear of herself lying there naked on the floor, and how did her clothes get taken off. Mau's heart began to race. What did he do to me. The man stuffed her clothes into the bag then slid the bag under her backside and slid it up over her body. It felt awkward as she could feel her knees against her belly but her feet weren't by her butt. Her hands were under her face. Mau began to acclimate herself with her own position for the first time as she slid inside the bag and was lifted from the ground. It wasn't a very big bag, and she was lifted with much ease.

"You assure me she is dead?" Shefertem asked

"She got exactly what she deserves, sir." the man said and began to walk. Mau curled up in the bag curious as to her current predicament. The man was hired to kill her and haul off her dead body. How is he going to get out of the temple with a bag over his shoulder and her dead body inside. Mau attempted to brush the hair from her face only to realize she has no fingers. Instead, she had a paw.

#PMann #Mau #magical place #diety #fantasy #magical creatures #shapeshifter #betrayal #self discovery #wolf pack

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queenoftheblackpuddlexoxo · 6 years

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Iris is a witch, right? Her main magical abilities/tricks she's learned involve shadow play and dreams. She can travel through people's dreams and conjur or alter shadows, as well as summon shadow creatures. She actually has a pet shadow, who's shaped like a cat. She named it Myrnah.

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myshaves · 3 years

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"Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm." - Abraham Lincoln This knight is a memento of my visit to Tallinn a few years ago, where walking the old town you can actually imagine all the tales that inspired the Disney movies... The company changed its name from Oleo Soapworks to @chicagogroomingco but the soap remains the same excellent duck fat soap. The name of the soap, Frankie & Myrnah named fot it's two main ingredients, reminds me of the time I was walking in Union Square and happened upon Al Pacino sitting on a park bench, taking a break from filming Frankie and Johnny way back in 1990. Anyway, Egyptian Amber, Frankincense, Gourmand Myrrh, Oakmoss, Smoke, Pink Pepper make this scent fun! The @carbonshavingco C razor made short work of the stubble, lathered by the gorgeous @chiselandhound (another name change, coming to think of it) Bakeliteish and a 24mm SHD Two Band Fan from @maggardrazors. #Shaveoftheday #shavelikeaman #shavingbrush #shavingtips #shavingcream #shavingsoap #mensgrooming #wetshaving #telaviv #figurine #figurinecollection #insta_telaviv #insta_israel #fragrancelover #fragrances #wetshavers #quotess #quotestoliveby #coachingquotes #coachinglifestyle #coachinglife #telavivoftheday #tallinnoldtown #tallinn (at Tel Aviv, Israel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJVY8K2n3E8/?igshid=koc51sffqtv5

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yesilovehorses-blog1 · 7 years

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Gentling A Wild Horse With NO Tools? This Woman DID It

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Gentling A Wild Horse With NO Tools? This Woman DID It

Have you ever wondered if a horse would let you ride her if there was no threat of punishment or encouragement of a reward such as food? Would a horse let you ride her simply because you had built a strong relationship?

Elsa Sinclair had a friend ask her that very question one day and it sparked something in her.

“From the very earliest memories I have with horses I found myself questioning, could this amazing activity of riding and working with horses be done with less force and more willing cooperation? What would it take for a horse to really want to do all the things I want to do?” said Sinclair.

Sinclair couldn’t answer her friend’s (or her own) questions. She researched, but she couldn’t find any real information – no one had ever given the horse the choice.

So she came up with a plan to prove it and it’s truly something you have to see to believe.

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The Project: One mustang off the range, one trainer, no tools, just body language.

The Goal: To discover how far Equestrian Art could be developed solely using body language

I must start by saying Sinclair is no ordinary horse trainer. Riding since she was 7, Sinclair knew she wanted to train horses and so, at 16 she got her GED and left her home to travel the country as an apprentice to the trainers she respected while growing up. She studied every type of training out there: food reward, clicker training, round pen methods, natural horsemanship, classical dressage, body work, even telepathic communication and more.

“Everything had its benefits and limitations and I learned so much from every angle I worked,” she says.

The Project

To set-up the project, Sinclair received special permission from the BLM to adopt a Mustang literally days after being caught, so she would be as “untouched” as possible.

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She wanted a horse who still had a “free will” and a “strong sense of self” to work with her. She chose a bay mare, whom she named Myrnah.

“I, at the same time, adopted another horse for a client who had been in the corrals for a few years. It was important to me that Myrnah have as much as a natural life as possible so she really felt she had a choice to work with me. By law, I had to keep her within six foot high fences in the beginning, and while I had managed to make a large space with high fences, it was not large enough for her to feel the freedom of space unless I kept the herd small. So it was just her and one other mare for the first while. As soon as I was able, I turned her out on the 100 acres of pasture with the large herd of horses we had on San Juan Island. I maintained as much freedom and natural life as I could manage for Myrnah while she and I worked out the details of our relationship together.” explains Sinclair.

What Makes Her Training Unique

I asked Sinclair if her training technique was similar to John Lyons’s or Monty Roberts’s join-up and what made hers special.

“I absolutely used the wisdom that people like John Lyons and Monty Roberts have given us. These ideas are not new, they are classic and legendary. I just took the time limit and force factors out. I insisted on giving the horse the ability to walk away, and kept the intensity low enough she always felt she had plenty of space and ability to leave me if she didn’t like what we were doing. The thing that is totally different from what others do, is she always had a choice in the work we did, and if she chose something I didn’t like, I had only minimal means of discouraging it. With no rope or stick or fence to push her against there was no fight, only an ongoing conversation between us. And on the flip side, if she did things I liked, I only had minimal means of encouraging it. Without bribes or food rewards, the only means of reward I had, was the way we felt when we were together,” says Sinclair.

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The Outcome

Sinclair admits that she wasn’t sure what would happen when she started the program – she had given herself one year.

“I really was not confident in my ability to successfully do the project I had set out to do with Myrnah. However, I was confident I had a truly worthy experiment at hand, that needed to be tested, and that no one else was offering to test it, so, I had to do it myself and see what happened,” she says.

But it did work. These images are just a small sample of what she was able to accomplish…without any training tools or gimmicks – just a girl and her mustang.

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It starts with mutual trust….

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And lots of hours on the ground…

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Giving Myrnah more and more experiences as she learned to trust new things…and Sinclair.

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You can see a video of her work on her Kickstarter Campaign. Sinclair is working on turning this project into a documentary, a story that she hopes will inspire others to see another way of training is possible.

“Less force and more cooperation is what life is at its best! The film is the telling of how I proved that to myself, and documented an unprecedented training process with horses.” She explains.

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She is just a bit shy of her goal with two weeks to go, so if her story moved you the way it did me, donate so we can see the full story! Sinclair also plans on making training video showing in more detail the methods she used. You can also visit her website and see how you can train with her.

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