🍁geaidu the wolverine 🍁

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”where winds and sunlight are rare guests, where the earth is a monument to thousands of footprints, in the deep darkness of a centuries-old forest, a witch gathers herbs. the forest is rich in them: under the paws of old spirits, hundreds and hundreds of plants sprout, so that the earth breathes, its travelers eat, and witchers tell fortunes. the forest is huge and it is not so easy to find the dens of sorcerers in it. he hides them, hides them under the canopy of trees or in impenetrable swamps. to one of these places the witch carries what she has obtained in order to dry it and prepare a potion.”

”she goes deep into the forest, where all sounds disappear. only in the distance a stream is heard breaking through the stones in a deep ravine. the witch goes down there, wets her paws in ice water, makes her way down the stream. through a mossy tree and rocks felled over the years, she comes out onto soft moss and hides herbs in an earthen cave. clawed, branching roots of an ancient tree hide her home from prying eyes. the old smell of berries and mint hits the nose. grimacing, the witch crawls on - to where it is dry and dark. she fluffs up the leaves and spruce branches sprinkled with earth and, trampling them down, lies down wearily. before falling into a deep sleep, geaidu looks for a long time at the oval of the entrance to her dwelling: intently, predatory. but today it will be quiet.”

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geaidu is a wolverine with dense, shaggy hair, 60 cm tall. like all wolverines, she jealously guards her home and territory, but few dare to violate her borders and few are allowed to set foot on her lands. feeds mainly on carrion, berries and fruits. she rarely hunts large animals, preferring cubs and small animals such as rodents, rabbits and birds. every hunt for a geaidu is not only a test of the physical sense.
every death from her paws is a conversation with death and those who speak on her behalf. all night after a successful hunt, the witch has to fall asleep next to the dead body, and while her body sleeps, she herself accompanies the spirit of the deceased into oblivion, rewards for the good, punishes for the bad. this right is given to her as a witch - one of the many forest sorcerers.

geaidu is laconic, cautious and distrustful. her calm borders on ferocity. in order to stop fits of anger, he wears rowan berries around her neck, spoken by her and washed three times in the cold morning lake water. each berry, when consumed, brings headaches to wolverine and clouds her mind, however, the effect of the charmed berries depresses the anger that witch is holding back inside herself.

geaidu is a projection of accepting my mental state, which i have been struggling with for almost half of my life. she is a very personal character to me. any 18+ or trash content with her is not allowed.