Who Am I?
I came from the black below and the black above. The dark waters and the inky heavens. I return and repeat and reshape. I am between and betwixt. The hedge. I am feathered, furred, scaled, winged, and clawed. I shift and change and feed. I am dead, and yet live. I bless the unloved and curse the ignorant.
My domain lies in the midst of dusk and dawn, in the twisting shadows of night. In the dark half of the year. In the bite of hunger and the satisfaction of food. In blood, in death, in the Great Deep. Trees that listen, the mycelial web beneath them, plants that heal and plants that poison. The fanged creatures, the horned ones, the malformed and forgotten.
Mysteries and prophecy. I walk among the dreaming and sow seeds for the waking world. I sleep when all others are awake. A keeper of secrets, those that can be taught, and others which must be known. The song in the dark. The fire at midnight. The sanctuary of the outcasts.
I am a god of monsters.
