

The MongrelThe Mongrel, one of the gods of snow and winter winds, appears in the form of a great northern cat with the wings of a crow and the face of a man. He always appears slightly disheveled, and often sports scratches and scars in addition to his ruffled feathers and matted fur. His teeth are as crooked as they are sharp, and his claws are often broken and worn, as if he has walked a great distance or been in a fight. Like the sun dogs, he is never seen other than in winter or in the northernmost parts of the wild, and is most likely to appear when snow is driving along the ground or when rime and hoar fall on the ground with the approach of the NThe Mongrel


Ring and FingerI will tell you a tale, and the tale shall be of luck, and of poor fortune flummoxing the wits. In the beginning was the worm. The worm wasnt particularly important, in the grand scale of things. It was dangling from a hook, and as a result there were one of two fates available to it: it would drown, and the fisher that had placed it there would go away disappointed and hungry, or it would be eaten, and the hook with it, and be the prime agent in the capture of a fish for that someone to eat. As it was, the latter occurred, and it was when the fisher cut open the fish that the worm had caught that things began their inRing and Finger
I am sending this to you from my other account since dA seems to think me telling someone they have been featured is spam. Sincerely, =lokiawolf
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Say you love say you care, but in the end I'm all alone.
How are you?
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Where is your brother Abel? Cain says, I do not know; am I my brothers keeper?(Gen. 4.9)
How are you today
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"Sometimes I get so weird,
I even freak myself out.
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby." - Avril Lavigne
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"Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children."
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Can't believe I never watched you... but I do now >D
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It's four o'clock in the morning
I can't take another second of this excuse for taste
Take a chance
Stay The Night.
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In the driest whitest stretch of pain's infinite desert, I lost my sanity and found this flying purple singing slug.
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