|| Hi I'm Sidh || 26 || She/Her ||
I mostly draw girls. A mix of furry and not furry. Mostly my own OCs! Some nudity to be expected.
I don't tend to draw anything sexual but I can't count it out as a possiblity and I may commission sexual art from other artists and share that here so either way 18+
Seeing as I've been functionally bedridden for the day due to illness I figured I'd use this time to put a little thought into the Faira ask blog's setting, and I wrote up a quick... Thing?
Introductory concept thing.
To sorta lay out the general vibe and stuff
Anyway it's not huge, like just over 500 words or so
...In ages of peace, there is little need for gods or heroes…
So gracefully did most take their final bow and fade into historical text. For this is exactly what they fought for, after all. To be long forgotten or relegated to a figure of myth or pure faith is to have succeeded at what they set out to accomplish.
Though many of those that rose above mortality when conflict last threatened to consume the world still walk, or indeed slither, upon it. Standing aside and leaving the world in the hands of those who live such bright and fleeting lives to shape in ways that allowed them to live their short lives to the fullest.
Immortals dwell in many places, understandably doing as little as possible to draw attention to themselves (in most cases at least) and instead trying to live simple, calm, comfortable lives. The lives they likely wished they could have lived before becoming what they are now.
In her case it was the life she had already lived before all was uprooted and she was cast into a role she did not seek out, but embraced all the same.
A forest path that connected one town to the next. Not an uncommon sight, with little to set it apart from the dozens, perhaps even hundreds that some are likely to have seen in their lifetimes. This was not the setting for adventurous tales nor was it common for travellers, traders, or parties of hopeful adventurers to come upon highwaymen, bandits, or goblins or any other adversaries, however grounded or fantastical, one might be so inclined to imagine.
It was however the location for one of several shrines to gods and goddesses across the country, remembered mostly in name or even just role only. Where the still faithful might travel monthly if they lived close, or yearly if it was a significant trek, to attend to this small but important aspect of their lives.
These shrines sometimes had attendants. Sometimes they didn’t, and those unfortunately fell to ruin until the day came that someone of devout faith might take it upon themselves to restore the shrine to its former glory.
This shrine had one. It was easy enough for her to make sure it was well kept, to keep the gardens clean, the lanterns lit, and the path unobscured. She lived nearby. Preferring the quiet of her cabin in the woods. Between hunting for food and tending to her gardens she had much free time. And… Well… The shrine was hers after all. Built in her name.
Faira didn’t build it, she didn’t even ask for it to be built, but it now and had for many, many years, stood here all the same. For the heart and effort that went into this shrine, she could hardly let it fall to ruin. And it did still occasionally have visitors!
Some who now knew her as the keeper of the shrine. A kindly one-armed half fox, half snake, who explained to those that may want to ask that she cared for this place not out of any faith she herself held, but for the benefit of those who did.