#wolves of danu

[painted-bees]

time to start thinking about these two again...

[atrabilio]

Commission for miss @painted-bees ❤️

[seandunkley]

A fun little piece is simmering in the workshop~

[bleaksqueak]

A couple of creature designs done for friends. An early Wolves of Danu concept for @painted-bees and a rough body design for @lesserkey's OC Caesnig.

[dream-piper]

So I did an art trade with the illustrious, magnificent queen of the hive that is @painted-bees and was given this handsome, but taken, stud Raf to draw from her Hi-Note characters (I may have also read a bunch of very *cough* vivid posts for…..research, yes, research). Soon as I figured out he could play a violin though I was SMITTEN! Seriously, check out her Hi-Note, Wolves of Danu and Woven stuff if you haven’t! (Though I mean, who hasn’t heard of Bee by now!)

Also she gave me a absolutely bangin picture of my OCs (Project Kaimera) that I will be posting later if she hasn’t already heheheh!

Thank you, Beeeeeeeeeee!~

[aikoiya]

LoZ Theory - Hylia = Amaterasu, But What Does That Mean?

Now, this theory is mostly just for fun, okay? So, keep that in mind when reading this.

Anyway, I'm sure that we've all realized to some degree that Hylia has some very obvious parallels to Amaterasu of Shintoist theology. At least, thematically speaking.

However, that brings into question as to who would take on the thematic roles of Tsukuyomi & Susano-o?

Interestingly, Hyrule itself doesn't really seem to have any gods of the moon & while wind & sky & even water gods have appeared throughout the games, the only one who you could feasibly refer to as a "storm god" really wasn't up to the same level as Hylia & I'd thus argue that he couldn't really be called a Susano-o parallel.

However, there was 1 divine entity that did appear in at least 1 game & had cameos in a couple of others. One that appears to bear some sort of connection to the moon.

The Fierce Deity. (Yes, he is actually, canonically, a Kishin, who are known for being compassionate protectors despite their viciousness in battle, however, I'm talking thematic roles here & therefore, he doesn't need to be a perfect representation of Tsukuyomi. At the same time, Hylia doesn't just parallel Amaterasu, but in some ways Danu, an Irish mother goddess, & even Christ to a degree. So, I don't understand why FD couldn't also have multiple influences.)

Not to mention, did you know that wolves, rabbits, & fairies all have some sort of connection to the moon? Like, I'm sure most of us know the wolf connection, but also there's the legend of the Jade Rabbit & I remember reading somewhere that the full moon was a portal to the realm of the fae. So, even in that respect, the Links still have some faint connections to the moon.

But if Hylia = Amaterasu & Fierce Deity = Tsukuyomi, then that still leaves Susano-o's Hyrulean mirror.

However, maybe we can figure this out by working through the game characters that Hylia & FD are most associated with, which are Zelda & Link.

And, as I'm guessing you're realizing, they too have a third: Ganondorf. And what seemingly divine entity is he most associated with?

The Bringer of Demise. Who happens to call down lightning in battle, as does Ganondorf. You could even make an argument about how his hatred could mirror the indiscriminant destructive power of a storm. Natural disasters, if you will.

Now, what I find interesting is what this implies about the 3 Hyrulean divinities in question. Because Susano-o had fallen from grace & been cursed into the body of a mortal for his misdeeds until he earned back his spot among the gods.

Is it possible that Demise had also been a true deity before committing some act that caused him to be cast out & become an... Akuma?

In fact, one of the things Susano-o did to get thrown out was that he destroyed his sister's crops. Specifically, it appears that he & Amaterasu both had 3 rice fields each, but whereas her fields were fertile, his were dry & barren, which in his jealousy, he destroyed her fields. (Which, itself, creates a bit of an interesting parallel between not just Susano-o's relationship with Amaterasu & Demise's with Hylia in SS, but also between the godly siblings & Ganondorf's relationship with just Hyrule, in-general. At least, if you trust WW Gdorf's words.)

One possible issue I see is a bit of discrepancy in the myths. In some depictions, it's Susano-o who kills Ōgetsuhime after his banishment, but in others, it's Tsukuyomi who kills Ukemochi. Which are simply 2 different names for the same goddess. Not only that, it was for the same reason. In order to serve them food, she produced it via some very unsanitary means, so they killed her for it.

As for Tsukuyomi, he seems to be regarded as an evil god, but at the same time, he only seems to appear in 2 myths. The myth of he & his siblings' birth & the myth of him killing Ukemochi.

Beyond that, personality wise, Tsukuyomi was described as cold & reserved, as well as having been noted to value things such as order, justice, & etiquette a great deal, to the point where it's said that he was willing to kill to maintain it despite murder not being condoned. In this way, he's seen as violent. Which could well fit with Fierce Deity, considering his portrayal as a Kishin with a few tweaks.

On the other hand, FD is referred to as a Kishin, which are inspired by the Buddhist Pāla or Protectors, a.k.a. Wrathful Gods. And though they are fearsome in battle & terrifying to behold, one of their core qualities is that they are compassionate, ultimately benevolent, & visit just vengeance upon those who wrong the innocent.

However, the only reason for Tsukuyomi being referred to as an evil god was his murder of Ukemochi. So, how does it change his character in a situation where the one to do so was instead his brother?

Are there other things he's done? It doesn't seem like it, which kinda paints Amaterasu in a not-so-great light considering how Susano-o does a lot more terrible things, yet later, she still forgives him.

Hell, remember he basically commits the exact same crime as Tsukuyomi. So, why is it that Susanoo gets a pass despite all the other shit he did, but Tsukuyomi doesn't despite technically having only 1 mess-up?

Is it because he hasn't apologized yet? Because he didn't get her some super powerful gift? Honestly, it makes me wonder what Amaterasu's reaction to Ukemochi's hostess skills & how she produced the food would've been.

Furthermore, either Tsukuyomi killed Ukemochi, Susano-o killed Ōgestuhime, or Tsukuyomi killed her, she revived, & then Susano-o killed her again later.

In the case of the last one, it brings to question why she hadn't learned her lesson? At that point, she only has herself to blame.

However, it's also possible that the story of night & day & Susano-o killing Ōgetsuhime could possibly be one in the same, just told from 2 different perspectives. Keep in mind that Susano-o was able to transform a woman into a comb even after being banished. It wouldn't be too farfetched to assume that he could transform himself as well. Hell, shouldn't taking on the visage of another person theoretically be much easier than literally turning another person into an inanimate object?

If I'm right, then the situation would unfold like this: Susano-o was banished, Ukemochi held a feast & invited Amaterasu, she couldn't come & sent Tsukuyomi instead, Susano-o heard of Ukemochi's grand feast, & took on his brother's appearance. Susanoo-o as Tsukuyomi asked Ukemochi to provide him with food, then upon seeing how she did so, he killed her before leaving, & that's when Tsukuyomi came upon the scene. However, this left Tsukuyomi to be blamed for her death because other partygoers witnessed the not-Tsukuyomi's crime, which resulted in Amaterasu & the real Tsukuyomi separating, thus creating day & night. (Not that this is actually what happened in myth, but it's just a thought.)

However, even if he did do it, if this was the only instance of Tsukuyomi behaving in such a manner, then it honestly seems very unfair to have him automatically slighted as evil.

Though, what I find interesting is that if my interpretation of the story were correct, then it'd somewhat create another parallel between Tsukuyomi & FD. The misconception that dark automatically means evil, which has led to both being demonized. In FD's case, pretty literally due to unfortunate translation association.

Sorry, I just found this possibility to be very freaking interesting.

LoZ Cultural Masterlist 1

[killerboyratzmp3]

who would be the main character(s) of wolves of danu?

[rainhadaenerys]

Daenerys Meta Masterpost Part 5 - ASOIAF

This is part 5 of my Daenerys Meta Masterpost. I’ve compiled more than 2000 metas about Daenerys, both about the books and the show, and I intend to constantly update this post with more metas. The metas listed here will be linked to their reblogs in my blog, (since many people tend to change their usernames, and I don’t want the links to stop working in this case). Of the metas linked here, the ones that I wrote are in bold text. It’s also important to note that the metas here reflect my own opinions about the characters, I don’t claim to be listing every meta that was ever written about Daenerys.

In this part 5, I’ll list metas about the following topics:

HISTORICAL PARALLELS, RELIGIOUS PARALLELS, PARALLELS WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, AND OTHER PARALLELS

SYMBOLISM

ALCHEMICAL SYMBOLISM

This is a list about the books, but there might be a few metas that mix books and show if I think they bring up interesting points about the books.

Link to the complete Masterpost: HERE

Last update: October 24 2021

OBS: This post has reached (or is close to reaching) the limit of links established by Tumblr (250 links). To read more metas about the topics of this part 5, see the PART 5B.

HISTORICAL PARALLELS, RELIGIOUS PARALLELS, PARALLELS WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, AND OTHER PARALLELS

Sodom and Gomorrah

Dany/Conan

Daenerys and Lot’s Wife

Galadriel and Daenerys Targaryen

The Last Unicorn and ASOIAF (edit)

Daenerys and Cleopatra: (1) (2)

Unintentional parallel between Dany and Caesar

Daenerys and Aragorn: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Númenor and Valyria

Dany and Frodo

Dragons and wolves in Tolkien’s work, and why Tolkien’s dragons are not foreshadowing of Dany being a villain

Daenerys Targaryen & Varda Elentári

Daenerys and Varda Elentári parallels

Daenerys/King Arthur: (1) (2)

Dany, Beauty and the Beast

Daenerys and Athena

ASOIAF & mythology (Dany as Athena)

Greek Mythology + ASOIAF characters

Daenerys and Cinderella

Daenerys and Zuko Parallels

Daenerys and Katara Parallels

More Dany/Zuko and Dany/Katara parallels

Daenerys/Lakshmibai

Daenerys and JFK

Tyrion as Odysseus and Daenerys as Aeneas

Daenerys/Tony Stark Parallels: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Mother Goddess Danu | The Mhysa Dany

Daenerys and Joan of Arc

Real life inspiration for Dany’s clothing

ASOIAF/GoT Dany: parallels with Jesus: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Daenerys parallels with Mary (christianity)

Dreamfyre, Daenerys and… - parallels with Samson

The thumbs of Westeros

Power, love and wisdom - some notes about the Iliad

Daenerys and Henry Tudor: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Daenerys and the Dragon Lady Stereotype

Daenerys and Odysseus (and a little bit of Jon, too)

ASOIAF/War of the Roses: Dany as Henry Tudor… or Margaret Beaufort?

Dany/Empress Matilda: (1) (2)

Dany and Elizabeth I parallels: (1) (2) (3)

Daenerys and Elizabeth I: The word "must" and GRRM making an intentional parallel between Dany and Elizabeth

Daenerys and Elizabeth I: Mothers to their People

Daenerys and Elizabeth I: Vilified and Slut Shamed

Daenerys and Elizabeth I: Romanticizing Drogo and Seymor

Edit: Dany/Katniss Everdeen/Harry Potter and their aliases

Dany/Harry Potter parallels: (1) (2) (3)

Edit: Mythology - Dany/Nike

Edit: His Dark Materials - Dany/Will Parry Parallels: (1) (2)

Edit: His Dark Materials - Dany/Lee Scoresby Parallel

Daenerys and Yennefer of Vengerberg parallels: (1) (2)

Daenerys is not like Queen Calanthe of The Witcher

Daenerys and Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Daenerys and Edward Elric parallels (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Daenerys and Wonder Woman

Documentary: The Real History Behind Game of Thrones

Possible inspiration for Dany's name, and the story of Deianira and Heracles

Daenerys and Angharad (Mad Max)

House Targaryen, Dany, Jon and parallels with British history

Biological warfare and the consequences pandemics - historical parallels

Disney Princesses/Queens + ASOIAF Princesses/Queens

Daenerys and Venus

Daenerys and Alexander the Great: willing to dare and do what others are afraid of doing

Dany and Shakespeare: (1) (2)

Daenerys as Athena and Aphrodite

The young queens - Parallels between Dany and Elyon (from W.I.T.C.H.)

Edits: daenerys stormborn as mythological figures: Danú | Inanna | Rhiannon |  Longmu | Medusa | Aléxandros III, The Great

Daenerys and Nehemia Ytger parallels (Throne of Glass)

The Tokar (parallel to ancient Rome)

Khal and Khaleesi came from "khan"

Daenerys and Ma Kali

Lyra Silvertongue (His Dark Materials) and Daenerys Targaryen parallels

Daenerys and Lucrezia Borgia (The Borgias) parallels: (1) (2)

Daenerys Targaryen and Abd al-Rahman

Daenerys and Queen Zenobia parallels (warning: there's one show-only quote here)

Daenerys and Rand al'Thor (Wheel of Time) parallels

Is Dany based on any other characters GRRM has written?

Haitian revolution and Fire and Blood

Daenerys and Obi-wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Some parallels between Dany and Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Some parallels with the War of the Roses

asoiaf + ragnarök

ASOIAF/GOT and War of the Roses

Daenerys is Quetzalcoatl

Dany's parallels with several goddesses

The Vedic Indian origins of Dany and Drogon

Daenerys/The Spanish Princess/ El Cid - Feminism

Daenerys and Eowyn parallel (Lord of the Rings)

Edit: Dany/Eowyn parallels

Madness - ASOIAF and Pirates of the Caribbean

Khal Drogo’s Hair: A Blatant Samson Reference (The Strength of the Follicles)

Similarities: Aelin Galathynius x Daenerys Targaryen

References to Jane Eyre and Lord of the Rings in Dany’s quotes

People in history that died like Khal Drogo

Daenerys Targaryen & Shallan Davar (Part I)

Edit: Daenerys and Anne Boleyn parallels

Comparisons between Dany and Hindu goddesses like Kali and Sita

Why the word Khaleesi is not derived from the goddess Kali

ASOS, Daenerys IV : displaying the traits of Athena.

SYMBOLISM

Daenerys and Pomegranate Symbolism

Horses in ASOIAF

The concept of fire

Daenerys Appreciation Month - Elements

Dany and the Moon

Small commentary on how Dany’s association with the moon could be symbolic for her role in the War for the Dawn

Good boots are hard to find

Daenerys, Marriage and Golden Chains

Daenerys and Vaes Tolorro

Mhysa sounds like Messiah

Lemon Pies and Daenerys Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen, olives and peace

The dualistic nature of dragons: not only fire and blood, but also freedom

Daenerys, children and greens

Dany’s name backwards is syrenead

A Drink of Fate

Red door symbolism

Daenerys and Ode to Joy

Comparison of Dany and other monarchs at the end of ADWD

Daenerys and the silver

Daenerys and Jon: Tarot cards

Symbolism of Daenerys being born on a stormy night

The meaning of Dany being born in a storm, and symbolic connections to House Baratheon

Dragons as symbol of female power

Female and male symbolism in Dany’s story

Dany is freedom personified but she can’t be free

A dragon rebelling against the gods

The meaning of A Song of Ice and Fire

Daenerys is part of the meaning of A Song of Ice and Fire

Moon and stars symbolism in one of Dany’s quotes and the meaning of ASOIAF

Daenerys is the Song of Ice and Fire all on her own

Edits: Daenerys + Elements: (1) (2) (3)

Edit: GOT ladies + flower symbolism

Edit: Characters + Night’s Watch’s vows

Edit: Dany and Drogo + sun and moon symbolism

Edit: Daenerys + Planet Meanings

Edit: Daenerys + tarot - the chariot

Edit: Dany and Moon symbolism

Edit: Chess symbolism: (1) (2)

Edit: Daenerys + tarot - The World

Edit: Daenerys + tarot: The Magician

The symbolism of Dany's outfit during the Sack of Astapor

Parallel between Dany in AGOT and ADWD: fire burning her and cleansing her, making her stronger, and her hurt hands healing

Possible meanings of Dany's name

Dany, ghosts and mythical figures

How each of the direwolves symbolize Dany in a way (even if unintentionally)

Daenerys and Fire Symbolism

The symbolism of the exchange between Dany and Missandei: "All the doors are black"/"Dawn comes"

The symbolism of the line “In her minds eyes they burned with a thousand lights, a fire blazing in every window. In her minds eye, all the doors were red” and why it’s not foreshadowing of Dark Dany

Dragons and Freedom

Fire is not just destruction: (1) (2) (3)

Daenerys, the queen in purple

Ice and Fire symbolism, war and peace

Dany and the symbolism of the color silver grey

Figs represent Dany’s practicality and desire to provide for her people

Stormborn - Daenerys and Storms

The symbolism in the names of the ships Victarion finds on his way to Daenerys

The Targaryen colors are not a sign that Dany will be a villain

Daenerys as a monster

Dany's name meaning Lady/Hero of Day

Giving Birth to Rabbits: Floppy Ears and Symbols of Power

Daenerys, Shiera Seastar, and Jenny of Oldstones: Aphrodite References

Trauma + skin

The words song and dance being used by several different characters in ASOIAF

The differences between Braavos and Volantis, and Dany’s symbolic connection to both cities

Daenerys and name meaning speculations

The colors in Dany’s chapters:

Daenerys I AGOT

Daenerys II AGOT

Daenerys III AGOT

Daenerys IV AGOT

Daenerys V AGOT

Daenerys VI AGOT

Daenerys VII AGOT

Daenerys VIII AGOT

Daenerys IX AGOT

Daenerys X AGOT

Daenerys AGOT (All chapters)

ALCHEMICAL SYMBOLISM

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen: An Alchemical Biography

Alchemy 101: Naming your characters

Destroying the Iron Throne

Daenerys chains up her dragons

Daenerys chains up her dragons - Part 2

Daenerys chains up her dragons - Part 3

Daenerys, Dorothy Gale, Harry Potter - naming of the Philosopher’s stone-to-be

Daenerys in “A Dance with Dragons” - White or Red?

Daenerys, Breaker of Chains, and more Jon clues

Becoming a Dragon: King Lear, Eustace Scrubb, and Daenerys Targaryen

An alchemical argument for Dany being a Gryffindor

Daenerys rejects Mass Slaughter

Dany and Jon's Philosophical Child?

Alchemy 101 - Numbers 1-3

Alchemy 101 - Numbers, 4-6

Alchemy 101: The Very Special Number 7

What marks Daenerys as an alchemical hero and Philoshopher’s Stone to be

Dany’s violet eyes

Dany and Drogo vs. Dany and Jon

Chemical weddings in Dany's story

Daenerys’ Mentors: Who Is The Alchemist?

Illyrio and Daenerys' Dragon Eggs

Eggs in Alchemy

Jon is White So Is Daenerys Red?

Daenerys Is Sulphur

Heart, Mind, Body: What are Jon and Dany?

The Four Elements in GOT and The Book of Dust

Daenerys chopping up a snake

Mercurius, the Dothraki, and Romeo and Juliet

Daenerys, Sansa, and Sulphur

Daenerys Stormborn, Sulphur, and the Harpies

Daenerys Stormborn and Princess Marina of Tyre

Alchemy 101: Marking Your Characters–Mastery

“Boatbaby” - Is the Philosophical Child On Its Way?

[painted-bees]

Ladies and their beloved monsters.

[lark-wren]

Lomair never really recalls what happens when he is a wolf.

Usually, that's not a problem but, uh...

[luulapants]

Hale Royal Family AU - Part 5

Based on @shey-elizabeth​‘s post:

”Me reading the Prince Harry-Meghan Markel royal family drama:

Wait… I think I read this fic already. (Starts scrolling through my AO3 history)

#random #royalty au #someone write me a steter fic #reading the news before coffee”

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

September 2019

“Lady Danu’s is the largest adoption service for non-human children in the state. Which, as you can see, isn’t saying much,” Dot, the facility director, explained. She made a sweeping motion with her hand to indicate the relatively petite size of the facility. It was a large estate house, but certainly not large enough to hold more than a couple dozen children at a time. “Placements, of course, can be tricky for our kind, but we place exclusively with non-human or mixed families, and we have nearly unheard of retention rates for family placement.”

As they made their way through the front hall, Peter peeked into an empty room, which looked to be some sort of study room. There was a chalkboard on one wall, bookshelves on the opposite. The tables and chairs in the middle had bits of paint and marker stains.

Peter thought about all of the obscenely expensive furniture in their home and found himself horrified almost to the point of delight at the thought of little finger paint hand prints marring the wood.

Stiles squeezed his hand as he tugged him along to keep up. “What age ranges do you have?” he asked.

“We have a couple of teenagers at the moment, brother and sister, but that’s not typical,” Dot answered. She started up the wide wooden staircase. Teenage wolves would typically stay with their packs if any remained. Either they weren’t wolves or they had lost absolutely everyone. “They’ve taken over part of the basement so they can have their own space.”

Peter found himself wanting to ask about the teenagers, see if they needed some help. Maybe he could make arrangements for them. But that wasn’t what they were here for. This was the compromise: instead of surrogacy, they could adopt, so long as it was a werewolf baby.

“Eight through twelve are on that end of the hall,” Dot said, pointing toward a large set of French doors. “Four through eight next to them. Babies and toddlers have the largest space, over here.”

Lady Danu’s was partly funded by the druid’s council, Talia had explained as she gave him the pamphlet for the facility, but the majority of their funding came directly from the royal family. Their doors would be open to Peter and Stiles. There would be no wait list, no agony of false hope. One visit, and they could walk out with a bundle of joy that would satisfy both the family and the press.

Well, she hadn’t said it like that, but she may as well have.

----

She had brought up the subject over brunch, just the two of them. Peter had known something unpleasant would come up – the last time they’d had brunch, just the two of them, had been after Stiles’s infamous leather rant.

“I heard you and Stiles have decided not to pursue surrogacy,” Talia had said over the soft scrape of her knife against porcelain. She lifted a bit of egg to her lips, staring him down while she chewed.

Peter nodded, resigned to let this argument happen. He reached for his wolfsbane mimosa, knowing he would need at least a bit of a buzz to get through. “We discussed it and decided it wasn’t for us,” he explained. “It doesn’t seem right, going to all of that trouble and expense to bring a child into the world when there are children already here, needing homes.”

“Adoption, then?”

“That’s the idea.”

She sighed, and Peter felt a vein in his temple throb in irritation.

“I don’t see why it should matter to you or anyone else,” he snapped.

Talia set her fork down and fixed him with a tired expression. “Of course it matters, Peter. Our bloodline -”

Peter barked a laugh. “Our bloodline? Dear sister, I don’t know if you’ve gotten a good look at our family tree lately, but it’s practically overgrown. I’ve lost track of how many nieces and nephews I have these days.”

“You’ll adopt a werewolf, then?” she pressed.

Then it was Peter’s turn to set down his fork, letting it slam noisily against the table. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten, but my husband is a human. We may very well adopt a human.”

“Peter,” she practically growled.

He raised his voice, couldn’t help it. “How are you talking to me like I’m being unreasonable when you’ve practically ordered me, as my alpha, to acquire a baby by any means necessary?”

Talia, stubbornly, infuriatingly, kept her voice calm, though condescending. “I know you’ve made it your personal brand to challenge tradition at every turn. And might I remind you, I have been extremely accommodating to it thus far -”

Peter flashed his eyes at her. “Oh, yes,” he shouted, “you didn’t excommunicate me from the family for marrying a man! Have they put you up for sainthood yet, Your Majesty?”

She stood abruptly, her chair clattering to the ground as her eyes flared bright red.

As he felt himself involuntarily cower in response, Peter felt his rage boil down into a quiet resentment. Talia was his alpha and his monarch, but she was supposed to be his sister first. That she would pull this sort of tactic on him stung in a way he hadn’t been prepared for. “Really?” he asked, voice softer than he wanted it to be. “Over how Stiles and I start a family? That’s what you pull rank for?”

Talia softened, her eyes fading back to human. A servant hurried in and righted her chair for her. She sat. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “It should just be about you and Stiles – I know that – but it’s not. This world we live in, our position is more tentative than it seems. Peter, our traditions are more than media grabs and money. Humans fear us, instinctively. We are predators. We are stronger than them. We’re a threat.” Her words came gently. Practiced, but honest. “By all logical strategy, they should hunt us, eradicate us, as they did for centuries.”

“Like they still do in many parts of the world,” Peter conceded.

“Exactly.” She offered a weak smile. “And do you know why they don’t, here in this country?” He did, but ducked his head, signaling for her to continue. “Because our structure of monarchy gives us an appearance of structure, of stability. It makes our kind seem integrated and like less of a threat. We let them see into every corner of our lives, poke and prod and evaluate. We show them that we have nothing to hide, and they transfer that sense of trust to every member of our species.”

Peter had received lectures of similar flavor from their parents, but they hadn’t been so brutally honest. He lifted his eyes to meet Talia’s. “And you think that the species of mine and Stiles’s child will make so much difference to that balance?”

“No,” Talia admitted. She reached for her coffee. “But a member of the royal family that challenges our traditions at every turn? That might.”

----

So he and Stiles found themselves in the babies and toddlers wing of Lady Danu’s Home for Children. A caretaker sat in a rocking chair in the corner, bottle feeding an infant. Another stood by the cribs, a baby in each arm, rocking and humming. It felt strange to Peter – no, downright bizarre – to come here and pick out a baby like one picked out a pair of shoes at a clothing store.

“I’ll leave you two to discuss for a little while,” Dot said. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I’ll be just down the hall – anyone here can come fetch me for you.”

Once she was out of the room, Stiles stepped in front of Peter with a slightly panicked expression. “I have no idea how to do this,” he whispered.

“Do I look like I know?”

“Are we just supposed to… pick one? It feels weird.”

One of the caretakers glanced up at them, clearly listening in, and Peter huffed a sigh, glancing around the room. “Let’s just… try to settle in for a few minutes?”

This wing of the home was rather large. They had come into the section for the youngest babies. Another set of doors lead through to a play room for the toddlers where a handful of drooling, chubby little were-tots sat around a kitchen play set, gnawing at plastic fake fruit and miming cooking with a sauce pan.

Peter wandered over to them, giving a wave. One little boy stared up at him with wide eyes, most of his own fist crammed into his mouth. It was refreshing, at least, to not be greeted with a bow.

He glanced around to see where Stiles had ended up and found him sitting on a play mat where an older girl with poorly brushed hair sat with a baby girl, maybe a year old, propped up on a pillow. The older one wore overalls and had a toy dinosaur in her hand. “Who?” she asked Stiles, a bit rudely.

“I’m Stiles. Is it okay if I sit with you?” Stiles had already sat down, but seemed to be second-guessing it under the girl’s intense scrutiny. When she didn’t answer, Stiles asked, “What’s your name?”

She turned back to the baby, ignoring Stiles. “So T-Rex can eat this guy,” she explained to the baby, holding up a smaller dinosaur toy, “but dog is too big.” Peter’s eyes settled on a big stuffed dog next to her and smiled.

“That’s Malia.”

Peter jumped a little, not having noticed the caretaker coming up behind him. He turned and smiled at her. “Isn’t she a little old to be in here?”

“She’s five,” the woman agreed, “but she’s been having some trouble fitting in with the kids in her age group. She’s great with the babies, though.”

“Rawr! I am hungry!” Malia said, rocking the T-Rex back and forth.

Stiles stretched and grabbed another toy off the floor and offered it up. “Can he eat this?”

Malia stared at him suspiciously for a moment, then broke into a bright smile. “Yeah!” She snatched the toy out of his hand and fed it to the tyrannosaurus with delighted violence.

Laughing softly, Peter watched as she slowly accepted Stiles into her game. “How long has she been here?”

“A couple of months.” The caretaker hesitated. “She’s not a wolf,” she told him. “She’s a were-coyote. There were some… safety concerns. With the mother. She was removed from her custody.”

The mother-child dynamic for coyotes was a troubled one, Peter knew. Their powers were passed down during pregnancy. He frowned. “Thank you for explaining,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Tracy. And I know who you are, of course.”

Peter ducked his head and smiled. “Of course.”

He made his way over to Stiles, watching the way his face lit up as Malia’s game devolved into a toy massacre. The baby seemed just as fascinated with her, taking toys as Malia handed them to her, then sucking on them.

Talia would think this was just more of his defiance, more of his stubborn desire to fight tradition. But maybe this could be a compromise on a compromise. Not a baby, no, but young enough. Not a werewolf, no, but not human.

Peter crouched besides Stiles and nudged his shoulder. “What do you think?”

Stiles glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really?” He glanced at Malia, then back to Peter. “She’s not...” Not a baby, he meant. He didn’t even know about her being a were-coyote.

“I don’t care,” Peter assured him.

Stiles reached over and brushed his fingers against the nape of Peter’s neck, scenting him. He bit his lip, then turned back to the Malia. “This is my husband Peter,” he told her. “Can he play, too?”

Peter waved at her. “Hi, Malia.”

Malia sniffed at him very obviously, her little nose scrunching as she did so. “You have to bring a food for T-Rex,” she told him, her brow furrowing and eyes flashing blue. He knew already that she would be an absolute terror. Forget finger paint on the nice furniture – she would rip it to shreds.

“Fair enough,” he agreed.

----

In one of her less thoughtful attempts at reassuring Peter and Stiles about fatherhood, Laura had told them, “You know, a lot of what people talk about when they talk about being ‘ready’ for parenthood, it just doesn’t apply in our world.”

They had been playing bocce in Laura’s garden, Marco lining up his bowl.

Stiles huffed a laugh. “Why, because we don’t have a choice?”

“No, you absolutely have a choice,” Laura said, and Peter had wondered if she really believed it. “But a lot of the things new parents struggle with – the late nights, the feedings, the expense – we don’t have to worry about that. You would have a wet nurse and a couple of nannies. You already have staff for meals and laundry.”

Peter knew she didn’t mean it to sound as callous as she did. As much as she had inherited her mother’s leadership skills, her poise and ferocity, she had inherited that emotionally tone-deaf streak as well.

Stiles had watched Marco bowl his shot and shoved his hands in his pockets. “That doesn’t sound much like parenting to me,” he had admitted.

A few short months later found Stiles in their daughter’s room, calling for their morning nanny, yelling, “Oh my god, where is Hayden?” while Malia wailed like an air raid siren, shrill and with a truly spectacular lung span.

Peter rushed down the hall to find Stiles kneeling in front of their daughter, frantically trying to extricate a hair brush from the back of her head while she writhed and screamed.

“Malia, please hold still!” he pleaded. “Pulling is just going to  make it hurt more!”

“HURTS!” she shrieked.

“I know, I know, I just -”

“We gave Hayden the day off, remember?” Peter knelt down on the other side of Malia. He reached for her and, though she flinched back at first, managed to press his fingers to her cheek. One tiny, barely-there tendril of black crept up his fingertip. “Now, Malia, that barely hurts at all,” Peter chided. “What are you throwing a fuss about?”

She sobbed loudly and thrashed away from them both. Stiles finally gave up and let go, letting her run away with the hairbrush dangling from the back of her head. Malia threw herself onto her bed to sob into her arms like a distressed Jane Austin heroin.

Stiles held his hands out helplessly, looking to Peter for confirmation that, yes, this was the most absurd show of melodrama this house had ever seen. It was saying something, seeing as Stiles lived there.

They both got up and approached the bed. Peter sat on the edge, not reaching for her just yet, since she was still heaving angry sobs against her comforter. “Malia, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You’ve gotten yourself all worked up. Can you take some deep breaths for me?”

It took a moment, but she sucked in one long, shuddering breath. Peter smiled and reached over to rub a hand over her back. Instead of settling, though, she fucking growled at him.

“Malia,” Stiles started to chide, because they had talked about the growling.

But then her whole body started to tremble uncontrollably. In a blink, Peter found a coyote pup curled up on the bed where his daughter had been, her dress pooled around her. The hairbrush, liberated for lack of hair, fell off to the side.

Peter looked up at Stiles and smirked, shaking his head. She did have quite the flair for the dramatic. “That bad, hm?” he asked, teasing a little.

She growled again.

They were supposed to take her to Talia’s today. His sister had come over to meet Malia a few days after she moved in, but the poor girl had still been reeling from the change, too shy, and they let her retreat up to her room to play before more than a few minutes had passed.

Today, she would finally be meeting the rest of the family.

Peter slid down the zip on the back of the dress, and Malia immediately began to wriggle free of it. Her little dress shoes had dropped to the floor at the edge of the bed. He had to help tug her hind legs free of the tights, though. “Alright, come on, then,” he said, scooping her up off the bed. She growled again and he pressed a finger to the top of her nose. “None of that, now.”

Her eyes shone blue at him, but she settled. Peter passed her off to Stiles, who carefully folded her tail down to hold her against his chest with her front paws curled over his shoulder. “You know, you’re much more snuggly like this,” Stiles commented. “We’ll just have to work on human cuddles, okay?”

“What are the chances we convince her to shift back before we have to leave?” Peter asked doubtfully.

Stiles shook his head. “Hey, if anyone can appreciate a full shift, it’s Talia, right?”

----

“Princess Malia Bit The Queen!”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. The tablet was balanced on his knees. Beneath the headline, a photo of Malia waving at the camera. Beside it, a stock photo of a coyote. A real coyote. An animal.

“Who leaked this?” he growled.

Stiles shifted closer to him on the bed, nudging their shoulders together. “Come on, Peter. She’s five – who’s actually going to care? It’s a little funny, isn’t it?”

“It’s not,” Peter gritted out. His mind flashed back to the talk Talia had given him before they went to the children’s home, about the games of public perception they were playing. He sighed and looked over at Stiles. “Malia’s species is nearly extinct outside of Mexico, and they’re still hunted like animals in parts of Mexico. Most humans in the US and Canada have never met a were-coyote.” He tapped the screen. “This is the impression they’ll form of them. That they’re wild, violent, dangerous. Uncivilized. They’ll take this one little girl, and they’ll extrapolate it to every were-coyote. Or they’ll say that clearly she was abused – that were-coyotes must be unfit parents.”

Horror overtook Stiles’s expression, his eyes moving back to the article as if seeing it for the first time. “Fuck. They can’t – she’s a little kid. They can’t put that on her.”

“They will.” Peter rubbed at the back of his neck. He felt wrung-out. It was only ten o’clock. He and Stiles had been getting to bed earlier, so they would have time to start their day before Malia woke up. “God, what were we thinking?” he muttered.

Stiles slipped his hand up the back of Peter’s neck, fingers sliding through the curls on the back of his head to scratch his scalp. “We had no way of knowing it would get leaked,” he reassured. “It happened in Talia’s house, for god’s sake.”

“Not that,” Peter sighed, leaning into the touch. “I mean, what were we thinking, bringing a child into this life at all?”

The scratches stopped. “Peter,” Stiles breathed. “You’re not saying...”

Oh, god. Peter pulled away so he could look Stiles in the eye, wanting to be very clear on this. “No,” he said firmly. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t even think about...” He couldn’t say it, couldn’t say, returning her, like Malia was an ill-fitting jacket and not their family.

“Okay, good,” Stiles said, still looking panicked by the idea.

“But I still wonder,” Peter explained, “what gave us the right, you know? To put her in all of this mess? She never asked for any of this. She never asked to grow up endlessly scrutinized by these vultures.”

Stiles’s expression softened. He reached out and cupped Peter’s cheek. “Neither did you.”

“It’s different,” Peter insisted.

“Why, because you’re Hale blood?” Stiles challenged, though his tone stayed gentle. “Because you’re over it? You’re clearly not.”

His husband’s ability to call him on his bullshit was one of the reasons Peter had fallen in love with him. It was also deeply, deeply annoying. “I just...” He closed his eyes, trying to get his anxieties into some form coherent enough to be voiced. He settled on: “I don’t want her to grow up resenting me for bringing her into this world.”

“Don’t you mean ‘resenting us’?” Stiles cocked his head to the side.

“I brought you into it, too.”

Stiles glared at him. “Peter Hale,” he scolded.

“I know, I know, you chose this,” Peter agreed.

“And, again, I’m the only one in this household that did,” Stiles reminded him. With a sigh, Stiles caught him around the shoulders and reeled him in until Peter was snuggled against his side, head on Stiles’s shoulder. He was quiet a moment before he asked, “Did you resent your parents?”

Peter didn’t talk much about them, and Stiles respected that, understood that Peter had never felt close with them, that they hadn’t been warm people. The press brought them up sometimes, usually around the anniversary of the accident. A helicopter crash in the Rockies. Conspiracy theories had flown about for months, most insisting that militant anti-were hunters had shot the helicopter down. When they finally found the black box, it revealed nothing but a simple engine malfunction.

Peter had been just shy of his thirteenth birthday. He remembered how numb he felt, walking down the street in the funeral procession with a stiff expression as the public wailed in mourning around him. He remembered thinking that these people, these strangers, had been allowed more emotional closeness with his parents than he had. They had owned his parents in a way Peter had never been allowed.

“I did,” Peter admitted quietly. “Sometimes I think I still do.”

Stiles pressed two fingers under his chin to tip his head up, and kissed his lips, soft. “We’ll protect her, okay?” he said. “Whatever it takes. We’ll make sure it isn’t so bad for her.”

Letting out a breath, Peter leaned up and kissed him again, then again until he was pressed flat on his back on the bed. Hovering over him, Peter took in the soft flush on Stiles’s cheeks, the sweet adoration in his eyes, the gentle curve of his mouth. “I love you,” he murmured. “More than I can ever say.”

[ask-rune-priest-ulfric]

The Albion Insurrection

The Albion Insurrection was a rebellion occurring on a back water feudal world located in Ultima Segmentum in Imperium Sanctus. The Rebellion occurred because of the planetary governor's abuse of the native population of Humans on the world. There were two classes of citizens, The Upper class foreigners known as the Sussex hierarchy and the The Tuatha Dé Danann, the native people treated as second class citizens by the Sussex hierarchy. The Only Reason other imperial forces arrived to “aid” the Hierarchy was due to the intervention of Lady Inquisitor Ephrael Rhiannon , who foresaw the dark secret lying behind the origin of the revolt.  The Leader of the revolt simply known as “The Raven” did not understand the malignant forces that wished to see this rebellion succeed

FORCES OF THE IMPERIUM:

Sussex Hierarchy:

Sussexian Honor Guard- 7 Regiments

Albion PDF-15 regiments 

Conscripted militia- 17 regiments

Antwera Rough Riders- 3 Regiments 

Edina Bullgryn Auxilia- 1 Brute Regiment

Ultramarines(Arrived after the distress signals sent out by both the Insurrectionists and the Hierarchy):

Ultramarines- 2 Demi-Companies  

Howling Griffins- 1 Demi-Company 

Adepta Soroitas:

Order of the Perfect Self- 4 Preceptories (half were already stationed on planet, other half came at the request of the Lady Inquisitor)

Space Wolves:

Silver fangs- Full great Company( I’m listing great companies like i would other chapters just so i can be specific)

Iron wolves-2 task forces

Blacksmanes- 1 Task Force

The Silent Claw- 6 killteams

Imperial Knights:

Frozen Queen of Helheim- Freeblade 

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FORCES OF THE INSURRECTIONISTS:

Warriors of The Raven Sorceress:

Druid Covens- 4 

Emerald Highlanders- 6 Regiments

Children of the 8 Turned God: 9 Cult Covens

Firbolg Heavy Infantry- 3 Regiments

Children of the Danu: 40 Warbands

Prophets of the Raven: 2 killteams

The Famorians ( Beastmen auxilia/ Daemonic Forces):

  The Avian host: 6 Tzaangor Warherds

Boars of the Silver Sun’s- 2 Warherds

The Changleing’s court - 1 Daemonic Warband

The Scourged:

Seers of forgotten truths-2 Sorcerer covens 

Gilded Manifestans- 2 warbands

Sons of Lost Truth- 2 warbands

Choked lies- 3 killteams

The Thousand Sons:

Prodginal sons- 4 Warbands

Warp Gheists- 4 Warbands

Prophets of the 9- 1 killteam

Chaos Knights:

The Lord Iridescent- Freeblade

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Result: Imperial Victory. Planetary Governor executed by Lady Inquisitor Ephrael Rhiannon ( @ask-ephraelrhiannon ). The Majority of Insurrectionist forces eliminated, The Raven Sorceress escpaes with help of The Scourged and Thousand sons, along with several tzaangor warherds, Heretic Guard and a small number of surviving cultists. Albion will take decades to recover from the loses

[frith-inle]

Wolves of Danu by RachelCurtis

[tipsycad147]

ELEMENTAL SPIRITS: THE EMBODIMENT OF EARTH

Written by Algoth’s Grove

“The earth was soaked through and my bare feet sunk deep into the rich soil, the dark brown earth flowing in between my toes, I could smell the fresh scent of growing. I bent down and touched the roots of the old willow and it felt as though Gaia herself enveloped me… and I was home.”

DIRECTION: West (S.H), East (N.H) TYPE OF ENERGY: Receptive BASIC NATURE: Fertile, moist, nurturing, stabilising, grounding. Gravity is a manifestation of this element. COLOUR: Green PLACES: Caves, canyons, forests, groves, valleys, fields, farms, gardens, parks, plant nurseries, farmer’s markets, kitchens, baby nurseries, basements, mines, holes. RITUALS: Abundance, Fertility, Growth, Change, Transformation HERBS: Roots, Bulbs, Vetivert, Patchouli, Mosses, Lichens STONES: Green Crystals or rocks, Emerald and peridot, malachite if used in conjunction with rose quartz. MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: Drums MAGICKAL TOOLS: Pentacle, Salt NATURAL SYMBOLS: Salt, bowls of fresh soil, corn, wheat, potted plants, berries, grass… TYPES OF MAGICK: Stone, tree, knot, binding GODDESSES: Danu, Ceres, Demeter, Gaia, Nephthys, Persephone, Rhea, Rhiannon GODS: Adonis, The Greenman, The Dagda, Enki, Cernunnos, Dionysus, Marduk, Pan, Tammuz

The Earth. The ground we walk on. The foundation that we lay our own foundations on. Our source of nourishment in all forms. Our Mother. The world has moved so fast into the digital age that our wallpapers have beautiful images of far off mountains and rivers, but our own back gardens are neglected. We have forgotten that the spirit longs for its foundation, its mother, our earth. The Earth is in your back garden, it is in the pot plant in your home, it is in a leaf that you saved in an old book, it is in a special rock you have kept all your life… she is under your house, in your street, she is in you.

You are as much of the earth as the soil and the trees. In fact, you are riding on a giant ball that is your mother spirit, floating in a universe surrounded by darkness and balls of gas in a net of who knows how many universes and other life forms. The immensity of the spirit of Gaia is sometimes overwhelming, because it is She that is behind the wheel, driving all life, even you. If you feel lost, go kiss the earth. Whisper to a tree and your troubles will find a solution. Mother earth is your stability. She is your wise counsel. She is the bosom to turn to when it feels as though your spirit has been ripped from its core. She is the home that never disappears. She is the strength that never faulters and she is the foundation on which you build your magical foundation.

In her essence, her core spirit being, she would overwhelm you to the point of madness and so she has her helpers, her guardians, her messengers and some are nice, others are naughty, and others still are quite difficult to even get a glimpse of. However, they all carry her signature, they all carry her message and they all protect and guard her first. If you are not a lover of the spirit of Mother Gaia, do not even begin to think that an earth elemental would give you the time of day. Great respect, time, effort and hard work is needed when working with the elemental spirits. Also, remember that some of her messengers are naughty little critters and in all her seriousness, it is said that she enjoys a good hearty giggle sometimes…

The earth has hundreds of thousands of spirit helpers… To name them all would be impossible. The wiccan books designate gnomes to be the guardians, and in many aspects they are the roots of the guardianship of earth but we forget that they are not alone in the guardianship of the core spirit of Mother Gaia, she has her fairies, her pixies, her wee folk, her old wise men who walk alone in the dusk hours, her dryads and her lone earth wolves… she has her giant tree ent’s that Tolkien named, she has her dwarves, and her miners… she has her builders and her breakers, she has the magnificence of The Greenman and his Greenwoman, she has the shadow fae and she has the spirit deer with his large white antlers… She has so many guardians, those who hide in the shadows, those who dance just out of sight… and those… who, if you sit still in broad daylight will come speak of her magic right there in the midst of her greenery.

To call a nature spirit, a guardian of the green is not as difficult as it is to work with the air spirits or undines, the gnomes though are not friendly unless you have earned their trust. They will guard your watchtower but it takes time to befriend them. Leaving offerings of milk, precious stones, whisky or freshly baked bread over a period of 4 moons should provide better results. Earth dragons, fairies and dryads are far easier to please and they too can guard the watchtowers in circle. It lends different energy to your working so choose wisely. Pixies never make good guardians but they do make humorous friends. If you keep losing things in your home it may very likely be that you have a pixie problem, and that is sorted out by leaving out an offering of food and making a little space for them somewhere in your home… you will be surprised to see that you will be finding a lot more of the things that you lost…

Working with the earth is usually a fundamental practice in learning the art of magick. Working with her guardians and wee folk provides some of the most memorable moments to place in your book of shadows or mirrors… and without these workings, your footing will be lost… Mother Gaia is all around you, isn’t it time to get connected!

Time to get connected

Go lie flat on your back with your legs apart and your arms outstretched on the grass…

Feel the grass touch you, if there are bugs, let them see you as part of Great Mother Gaia,

Close your eyes.

Become aware of your skin,

Become aware of your breathing…

Concentrate and feel how your skin and the earth are becoming one with each breathe that you take…

Now imagine that you are like a plant, the first thing you want to do is shoot out your roots…

Let them shoot deep into Mother Earth…

Roots from the back of your head carrying all your thoughts, the good, the bad and the beautiful…

Roots from your shoulders carrying all the stress, responsibility, all the fear and worry…

Roots from your spine carrying your entire akashic record from your soul…

Roots from you arms and your hands carrying all that you do each day and all you have ever done…

Roots from your heart carrying those you love, those you have lost, all your joy, all your pain…

Roots from your stomach carrying the time of your birth into this life, carrying your parents memories and your family…

Roots from your lower back and your hips carrying sadness and insecurities…

Roots from your legs carrying the signature of every step you have taken…

Roots from your feet carrying every perception that you have ever had about this world…

Now breathe…

Mother Gaia is holding you, you are connected deep within her being…

As you have sent everything that you feel, that you think, that you are into her, so now she will return to fill you with her truth…

Through each part, each root that you have sent deep into her bosom, now she sends truth into you…

Through your roots, every part of your body is filled with earthly compassion, grounded love and belonging, purpose, security, and safety…

Your entire being is now filled with every green hue imaginable and you glow with her truth…

The more she sends through your roots the more you begin to glow until you, like a plant, a creature from her womb, shoot your stems into the daylight…

Higher and higher and sprout flowers of the most magnificent colours…

This is your soul truth…

This is the beauty of your soul.

When you have caught enough nourishment from her, come back to your breathing…

Wiggle your toes and your fingers,

Turn and kiss the earth in thanks…

Algoth’s Grove

[shrutitrivedi11-blog]

Top 6 places for a family excursion

Posted on May 6, 2019 by administrator

The new year is having new possibilities and brilliant spots where you can design your family excursion. Arranging and visiting the ideal goal in the midst of a furlough is the blessing you can provide for your family. In the event that you have an arrangement to go to the best spot for a family excursion in your basin list this blog will assist you with accomplishing it

6) Bali

Picture of Ulun Danu Beratan Temple in Bali

Bali is a well known spot which is a heaven to visit. Situated in Indonesia Bali gives you a chance to visit the superb Hindu sanctuaries, Kuta, Legian, Seminyak, and numerous different shorelines, renowned nightspots become animated offering energizing clubbing and stuffed move floors, Inland, transcending volcanoes and immaculate wildernesses, and so forth. Bali is home to 3 astounding waterparks, Waterbom Bali in focal Kuta, Splash waterpark, and Circus waterpark. Bali's waterpark is the best spot where family and companions can go appreciate the time.

5) Alaska

Picture of Alaska and The Mint Hut

Gold country harbors countless visiting locales which is overwhelmed with visitor consistently. Denali national park is one of the biggest national stops in the U.S. The spot has in excess of 167 types of flying creatures, the Sled Dog Kennels, which offer exhibitions, Huskies, wild bears, wolves, reindeer, elk, and numerous other. 2019, is the 60th commemoration of the statehood of Alaska. So Alaska is commending its 60th commemoration by opening its entryway for traveler in a progressively simpler manner by offering non-stop flights from Newark to Anchorage. Individuals who have a connection towards social expressions can visit the Alaska Native Heritage Center which gives communication with music, workmanship, and individuals.

4) Island of Hawaii

Top perspective on Hawaii's best Island

The Island of Hawaii, which is likewise well known as the Big Island, has unbelievable charms. The Island was shaped by the 5 volcanoes, presently it is as yet developing, as Kilauea blows magma into the seas. Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea are the 2 biggest volcanoes on the island. Other than volcanoes The huge island is additionally well known for its shorelines, shocking cascades, and woodlands. The Hawaii Volcanoes National park is the most fascinating spot to investigate. The national park is a visitor hotspot of U.S., it harbors two dynamic volcanoes and the traveler can appreciate the amazing perspectives on volcanic ejections. Individuals who have an extraordinary association with nature and are enamored with normal delights, Island of Hawaii is the spot they ought to design go.

3)Guanacaste

Picture of Guanacaste

Guanacaste is the most lovely region in Costa Rica. It has a lovely scope of mountains and springs of gushing lava. This colorful region is home to the absolute most wonderful shorelines where individuals appreciate surfing, climbing, horseriding, zip line, and so forth. Rincon de la Vieja National Park is a stunning spot to visit. For any natural life bug, this national park is an absolute necessity to investigate. It is an excellent spot which is home to dynamic wells of lava and profound dark soils to its fantasy like cascades. Tenorio fountain of liquid magma and Miravalles spring of gushing lava has Panoramic perspectives, colorful creatures, cascades, and so forth. So Guanacaste is an ideal fit for any individual who is intending to have a family get-away.

2) New Orleans

Picture of French Quarter in New Orleans

New Orleans is a merged city-area situated in the U.S. conditions of Louisiana. French Quarter which is otherwise called the Crown Jewel of New Orleans is a lovely spot renowned for its Steamboat travels, Bourbon road fun, Old-world Architecture, Century-old eateries, Bohemian Charm, Jackson Square history, and numerous other amazing spots. New Orleans is the origin of Jazz and mixed drinks has the best bars that woken up around evening time. The individuals who have a preference for Cultural expressions New Orleans have theaters and dramatization on a regular premise.

1)Grand Canyon

Night shot from Grand Canyon National Park

Fabulous Canyon is a precarious sided gully, which is situated in the United States. It is 450kms long up to 30kms wide and around 1mile profound. On the off chance that you are intending to go for a family get-away in 2019, Grand Canyon will be the ideal goal. As Grand Canyon is commending the 100th birthday celebration of Grand Canyon National Park. The festival is colossal and they are arranging a great deal of surprising occasions which you would love to do with your family. Generally likewise the spot merits investigating, as separated from touring, other visitor exercises are additionally well known there like boating, helicopter visits, climbing, and so on.

[whosxafraid]

How could Luka have even gotten around in Ireland without being noticed? There are no wolves in Ireland. Seems like that's make him stick out.

……..to be completely honest I can not tell if this is being sarcastic or not…however i am going to be that dude and give it the benefit of the doubt…

You are not exactly incorrect, anon. There are no wolves in Ireland now. But up until….-checks self-….1786 when it was recorded the last wild wolf was killed, wolves were actually an integralpart of Irish countryside and ergo its culture. 

So you take this into account and pull up Luka’s life time line he was cast out of Ireland well before 1786. Therefore he could have moved about the wilds of Ireland and what not without much other than a second glance because people had to make sure they weren’t about to attacked or what not. And he was quite a bit larger than the wolves the early Irish people would have been used to seeing regularly.

However, that is entirely assuming that Luka wanted to be seen. 

He was saved by one of the highest members of the Fair Folk (Danu aka the Tuatha Dé Danann Queen), healed by Dian Cecht ( Healer to the Tuatha Dé Danann ), and placed into Slane (which is the well that Dian Cecht blessed, giving the other Tuatha Dé Danann a place to bathe post battle to heal any and all wounds save decapitation.). Not to even go into the fact Luka was born with traces of Tuatha Dé Danann blood in him from an ancestor. 

So yes there are perks to being Danu’s servant and having Tuatha Dé Danann like powers, means you have a pretty cool collection of tricks. One of those of course being if he didn’t want you to see him, you weren’t going to see him. Period. 

One top of the fact that while his wolf form tended to be the one he stayed in most of the time, there were times he ventured into small towns and villages in his human form. Remembering here that he would not have stuck out all that much aside from his height. (Not cursed yet so no red hair and what not.) And even that is debatable because humans were diverse back then, just not quite so substantially or often.  

Probably over answered this question but I hope that clears things up for you.

TL:DR - Wolves did live in Ireland until 1786 when the last wild wolf was killed. So Luka really wouldn’t have been that out of place if seen running about the Irish countryside.