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Im on a trip to polend and Ukraine. Running humanitarian add to the people of Краматорськ, who are right next to the front line. With that this morning my father got this for me, listen to the background and hear the heavy gun fire. For me the thill of Peril is great, the hearing of mortal danger gives me a rush. If only I could hear the guns peal and sing more.
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Recently my adventures have taking me to Ukraine, I thankfully had my camera and was able to capture these photos. We ran med kits, soup, and other supplies from polend across Ukraine. The run began 20min from the border and went all the way to kharkiv, 2-4 miles from the front. What an adventure ^w^ when I get more photos processed I'll make another entry
He has come, my coywolf ^w^
It has been a long journey getting to this point, took about a year to get the design. But in my opinion totally worth it for this sona witch is close to me.
As for the feeling of this sona to me i have found that he is more of the external me and Junburoo the internal me. That is to say that he's more of my outside day to day me, wall Junburoo is definitely more my mind and with someone one on one.
I haven't a name yet though, I haven't found one that fits yet. I await for the right one to come to me, wether it's soon or later I don't know. But want one that fits to him and me.
It has been a long journey getting to this point, took about a year to get the design. But in my opinion totally worth it for this sona witch is close to me.
As for the feeling of this sona to me i have found that he is more of the external me and Junburoo the internal me. That is to say that he's more of my outside day to day me, wall Junburoo is definitely more my mind and with someone one on one.
I haven't a name yet though, I haven't found one that fits yet. I await for the right one to come to me, wether it's soon or later I don't know. But want one that fits to him and me.
Laying here in bed I feel right to put some more thoughts down
I recently stumbled apon Faoladh, from what I understand they were werewolves/shape shifters. Ones who were there in the shadows, always present, always willing to lend a paw those in need.
With that i feel this was the piece missing in my study of the celts. as there not much information about them. both by there tradition of not keeping written records, and they were concerned by rome in her never ending quest for blood and conquest. But in two place the celts held firm, the high lands of Alba (Scotland) and the fortress of Éirn (Ireland). Witch held the last of the stories/traditions/ culture. Last parts of a people who believed in freedom in the spirits in the land.
With this piece finally revealing itself to me i feel the final piece has set itself into me. Witch piece i am unsure of but this assured, the piece that has locked my coywolf sona with me. A connection between myself and him, a connection to both myself and ancestry, a connection to the land that has been my cradle. Wall the lands of the celts my be far away in the old world, there gods/spirits/people scattered to the passage of time and wind a piece of it is alight out here in Colorado.
A coywolf, a being of the wolf and coyote. A man born in deserts hills with the blood of celts. A wolf of Éirn wixed with the coyote of these lands. This is how I fell that I was attracted to the coywolf, a mix. Two separate worlds in one, two separate ideas, two separate species, two separate sorties, two separate entities. Yet coming together in one.
The Faoladh. One form human and one wolf. Myself a man but this coywolf being me.
With that said I think this was coming for a long time. I had two omens of this, one in Ukraine and one here in Colorado. In Ukraine wall in the outskirts of Краматорськ I was walking around in some bush next to a factory when a wild pack of dogs came by, one of whom came up to me and we stared into eachother for a minute before they moved on. The second at the edge rain coming back home, along the road with the mountains ahead the counds in the sky as the rain now misting wall the air fills with moisture, mixing the rock earth and trees in a sweet sent. The sun just 2 hours form setting i saw in the clouds two beasts, one holding the other, looking to a smaller on nestled in what I can only describ in arms. The bigger beasts eyes a light in warm glow as the smaller one seemed to be resting if not in slow awakening.
I think this is a new journey, one in witch I hope for the best and look forward to walk down its winding path.
Thank you for reading, and best wishes to all
I recently stumbled apon Faoladh, from what I understand they were werewolves/shape shifters. Ones who were there in the shadows, always present, always willing to lend a paw those in need.
With that i feel this was the piece missing in my study of the celts. as there not much information about them. both by there tradition of not keeping written records, and they were concerned by rome in her never ending quest for blood and conquest. But in two place the celts held firm, the high lands of Alba (Scotland) and the fortress of Éirn (Ireland). Witch held the last of the stories/traditions/ culture. Last parts of a people who believed in freedom in the spirits in the land.
With this piece finally revealing itself to me i feel the final piece has set itself into me. Witch piece i am unsure of but this assured, the piece that has locked my coywolf sona with me. A connection between myself and him, a connection to both myself and ancestry, a connection to the land that has been my cradle. Wall the lands of the celts my be far away in the old world, there gods/spirits/people scattered to the passage of time and wind a piece of it is alight out here in Colorado.
A coywolf, a being of the wolf and coyote. A man born in deserts hills with the blood of celts. A wolf of Éirn wixed with the coyote of these lands. This is how I fell that I was attracted to the coywolf, a mix. Two separate worlds in one, two separate ideas, two separate species, two separate sorties, two separate entities. Yet coming together in one.
The Faoladh. One form human and one wolf. Myself a man but this coywolf being me.
With that said I think this was coming for a long time. I had two omens of this, one in Ukraine and one here in Colorado. In Ukraine wall in the outskirts of Краматорськ I was walking around in some bush next to a factory when a wild pack of dogs came by, one of whom came up to me and we stared into eachother for a minute before they moved on. The second at the edge rain coming back home, along the road with the mountains ahead the counds in the sky as the rain now misting wall the air fills with moisture, mixing the rock earth and trees in a sweet sent. The sun just 2 hours form setting i saw in the clouds two beasts, one holding the other, looking to a smaller on nestled in what I can only describ in arms. The bigger beasts eyes a light in warm glow as the smaller one seemed to be resting if not in slow awakening.
I think this is a new journey, one in witch I hope for the best and look forward to walk down its winding path.
Thank you for reading, and best wishes to all
I think i have got a name for my boi. I currently have found 3 and feel that they all are special but do not know witch to go with. With that the first is nutra.
For nutra I came across it wall making the final ref sheet, sipping 219 with the pipes playing. I'd say it more so cam to me wall i was making it and it felt close and felt welcoming. Simple, short, elegant but it didn't feel fully right.
The second was kiska. This one was a bit more of a out of the blue one. Wall driving in the mountains to my own little retreat, for the life of me I couldn't remember the name but from a very quick glance wall passing I thought saw the name kiska. I can't remember where exactly nor what the place was but I just remember from a very quick glance, seeing that and felt that it was a good name to. Sharp yet gentle, punch with grace, balanced yet didn't feel fully right
The last is casca. For casca I was listening to the conquest and story of Caesar, as to learn of how the celts were concerned. From what I understand and have read, casca was one of the conspirators who took part in the assassination of Caesar. He was the first to strike, the first to tussle and draw blood. Why i would even consider this name is that on the journey is that I have found that I am drawn to the celts and there beliefs, and for the man who struck first apon the man who killed and conquered the celts. It seemed fitting. For My Coywolf, one born into these lands yet holds the hart of Érin. And hold the name of the man who made the first strike apon the man who only sought conquest over the celts.
Its going to be a wile till one is pickd, and still a new one may come to. But I think these 3 are going to be the ones that would fit.
For nutra I came across it wall making the final ref sheet, sipping 219 with the pipes playing. I'd say it more so cam to me wall i was making it and it felt close and felt welcoming. Simple, short, elegant but it didn't feel fully right.
The second was kiska. This one was a bit more of a out of the blue one. Wall driving in the mountains to my own little retreat, for the life of me I couldn't remember the name but from a very quick glance wall passing I thought saw the name kiska. I can't remember where exactly nor what the place was but I just remember from a very quick glance, seeing that and felt that it was a good name to. Sharp yet gentle, punch with grace, balanced yet didn't feel fully right
The last is casca. For casca I was listening to the conquest and story of Caesar, as to learn of how the celts were concerned. From what I understand and have read, casca was one of the conspirators who took part in the assassination of Caesar. He was the first to strike, the first to tussle and draw blood. Why i would even consider this name is that on the journey is that I have found that I am drawn to the celts and there beliefs, and for the man who struck first apon the man who killed and conquered the celts. It seemed fitting. For My Coywolf, one born into these lands yet holds the hart of Érin. And hold the name of the man who made the first strike apon the man who only sought conquest over the celts.
Its going to be a wile till one is pickd, and still a new one may come to. But I think these 3 are going to be the ones that would fit.
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Some more photos of my trip to Ukraine
The first is in memory for a fallen soldier. Sadly I can not remember the name of the town, but I think its fitting they set the memorials here.
Next 3 are of lviv. I found it very interesting wondering through the city. So many different and interesting things.
The last two are bombed buildings, the war is still raging and seeing these up close, god seep to all Ukrainians
The first is in memory for a fallen soldier. Sadly I can not remember the name of the town, but I think its fitting they set the memorials here.
Next 3 are of lviv. I found it very interesting wondering through the city. So many different and interesting things.
The last two are bombed buildings, the war is still raging and seeing these up close, god seep to all Ukrainians
I have decided apon the name for my coywolf. Im going with Casca.
After mulling it over some more I feel this one is probably the best out of the 3 for my coywolf. Both with what I have been drawing to with the celts and also just internal working.
What art and or things are to come of casca I am unsure. But I hope this decision is the best and most humble of paths forward
After mulling it over some more I feel this one is probably the best out of the 3 for my coywolf. Both with what I have been drawing to with the celts and also just internal working.
What art and or things are to come of casca I am unsure. But I hope this decision is the best and most humble of paths forward
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Found some oem floor mats at the yard ^w^ granted they're not the best out there but at im happy with em ^w^