Author: Hunter

Fruits and Moss

So with dreams, come fruits and moss. And darkest of nights filled with ashen flame.

Warning: sensual content…

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Be Glad

be glad the ents march at your orthanc
spilling the forest rage over your white robes

be glad the ravens predict miss fortune
turning her cracked back on you

be glad the wind carries dust into your eyes
and grass worms into your flesh

fairy rage untamed like ocean waves
casting enchantment on the spot that hurts most

be glad
be glad, sweet mortal
be glad for little blessings
that may disappear by the wave of my hand


Your lavender reminds me of witches’ brew, a hen leg house, with herbs hanging from the ceiling, to engulf the visitors with their forest spell – first to welcome me at deep night and offer me an archer’s tea.

Your gold shines like will-o-wisps; swallowing darkness with fangs bathed in glittering ichor.

Your green is a color of deep woods, darkened by fey magic, lighted by beams of sun among upper branches – a familiar feeling of being right where I belong.

Your soil-rich hazel and beige is like a cinnamon bitterness and touch of tree bark – a home safety for a wolf beast.


My soul is painted green and black, a darkness that swallows light, but allows yours in.

We are witches’ familiars, spellbound creatures, so difficult to track, when they disappear in silent shadows of the overgrowth.


Thank you for being an archer to my hunter, Ryan.


Curse https… 36 dollars for removal of “danger” which doesn’t exists, and no one even gives me private information on here. In dreams, in nightmares, in mirages. I am not a rich company, which oozes money. I ooze only lack of food and lack of medical care. Exuse the ugly information that my site is not safe… I simply can’t afford the cost of prolonging.

And now I go to write an angry fae vent.

Lil Sins

We all have little tempations. We all have our silly little secrets that we love to hide but are so close to our hearts, that we will never deny them before ourselves.

My secret these day is… (which stops becoming a secret right now):

This game, where you can become an acient egyptian god (oh, Anpu…), is life stealer. Hour thief. A dangerous addiction.

Hide your witches!

Everyone who even partially knows me, knows as well that I dislike Christmas with a passion – for me the end of the year is bathed in snow, wind and forest dwelling and celebrating sun and moon cycle – not Santas and family gatherings. I parted ways with my family long ago and don’t intent to rebuild the never-extisting bond.

I am glad the joyful time passed. Now, as I have a tiny tiny vacations, I can read as much as I can – therefore I got a glass of mulled wine, sat in the warm chair (fluffy!) and am reading… During the joyful time I read four books, four wondrous worlds joined my own.

So… even if I don’t like Christmas…. I found something worthy to remember. I hope my readers too. 2023 comes! Hide your cats, hide your witches and hope for better!

Shake the snow from your cape and enter the tavern called a Next Year.



So thick that could be a white pine honey. So nostalgic, that could be a bottled memory.
Best things in my life happened during winter. I am creature of snow, breathing easier, when chill nips at my nose.

I am sure that this winter something good happens. Even if world falls down, even if bad overcomes the good, I sense a change.

Maybe t’s my own winter-enchanted mind. But as long as I have white feathers between my fingers, I wait.

And dream.

Books once again

Books… books pile up. I breathe with paper and ink. And I feel like I do it easier than with air.

Books and books

Recently I was gifted with so many books, that I seriously don’t know it two years will be enough to read them all. I tend to hog books. They are everywhere in my house, even in closets and wardrobe. Four thousands books, from which around 300 are still not read. Yet they come and come and soon I will be putting them under the bed.

So… 2023 will be a reading year! Ha! I will beat the closet and wardrobe book count with my reading power. Maybe losing myself in other worlds will ease my nerves pain and my mental turmoil.

Books and books. Hard to live without them. But hard as well to find a place where they can breathe. Gods bless the upcoming year already.

Beasts and Maidens

Do you have sometimes an urge to read something just because the characters look your your OCs? I don’t even read romance, heck, I dislike it. But the beast looks like my Rauta and there is a moment in my novel when Savrunne also looks like this girl on the cover.

Now I am torn. To read or not to read. I may dislike it but I may also like it.

The problems of OC creator.