Perhaps, Soon, I Will Be One With Nature.

perhaps, soon, i will be one with nature.

where i've always belonged.

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″Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. Worlds had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might blow…“

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Faunwand’s Wildcraft Tarot Deck 🌿

First part: Suit of Pentacles.

I made the whole deck with real plants; leaves, herbs, flowers, roots and reindeer moss. Backside: Real tree bark.

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*doing a tarot card reading* uh oh… this guy has a sword… better watch out for that…

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5 years ago

moss —

it grows everywhere. it takes over even the simplest of structure. but do not fret, because once you appreciate its' beauty, it will become your friend. it is necessary.

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Kiyree Ta’Ire, Shapeshifter, Dryad, Assassin

Kiyree Ta’Ire, shapeshifter, dryad, assassin

The earth beneath her paws was rough, covered in sticks and stones. It did not matter though. It was a welcoming sensation to finally feel the ground with all its shapes between her claw-spiked toes, to smell the moist earth, the bark of trees and their rustling leaves.

Her heart still raced inside her chest after she had chased a rabbit through the shrubs. For fun. Something Kiyree did not like but her wolf did. At times it was an odd thought that the wolf was a part of her, was who she was, and yet was so different to her. She loved the wolf though. Without her she would never be able to hear and smell and feel the nature like it was. Its beauty was limited even to her dryad senses.

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