Rowan

I am Rowan, an alter of an adult DID system. I go by He/Him and neopronouns that related to cervids. I also appreciate cervid vivterms. I am a cervid therian and likely hunter conceptkin.

​I am a Lord of Lichen, a collector of trinkets and forest secrets. My blog is a digital altar to the things that grow in the shade and the royalty that lives in the dirt. Follow me a little further through the thicket....

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🌿 Ableists , zionists , and other bigots , anti-physical nonhumans/therians , anti ethical hunting/fishing , pro-contact , sanists & critters hateful towards schizospec.

🦌 I am an adult and may post content for adults, such will be tagged as appropriately as possible.

🌲 I will be posting content that contains positive mentions of hunting/fishing, taxidermy, vulture culture, etc. As such, content should be tagged. If this isn't your interest, consider treading another path of the thicket.

If none of this bothers you and you enjoy my content, please do consider following, liking, and reblogging, as prey is scarce and predators are many.

Step lightly. Don't mind the brambles.

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i feel like this isn't a very common topic outside of specific roleplay because humans consider their death deeply sensitive, when it is only to fear in order to survive. i fear for my survival, but i feel like i'll never live if i don't leap and bound over some topics considered grim. i want to run, i want to run on the edge so i can feel the wind ghost over my phantom antlers. i want to live life ungovernably and obstreperously

both of them spend 4 hours standing perfectly still in a damp thicket. both of them are hyper-aware of the wind direction. both of them have a deep, spiritual reverence for the elk.