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facina-oris:

MYTHOLOGY MEME - [2/?] NORSE GODS/GODDESSES: FREYJA

"Hail to the Warrior Woman

on the equinox morning,

white-armored, choosing the slain

by her own glorious criteria,

harbor to the defenders of beauty.

O Freya who rides with Valkyries,

give me strength to defend all that I love

for I am dull and frightened with years of defeat

and I have forgotten the mystery of shield mates in love.”

injuury:

rhamphotheca:

longbodieslandwasters: Mongolian boy sleeping against reindeer

There was an incredible article in the Post today about the Tsaatan tribe in Mongolia who are reindeer herders. Mongolia claims the lowest inhabitant-to square mile ratio of any country. Something like 4 people to every 40 square miles. Their particular language [some form of mongolian?] is becoming extinct. The most local, and the last, teacher of the language went to the capital to get better pay so she could support her daughter, an aspiring contortionist.

injuury:

rhamphotheca:

longbodieslandwastersMongolian boy sleeping against reindeer

There was an incredible article in the Post today about the Tsaatan tribe in Mongolia who are reindeer herders. Mongolia claims the lowest inhabitant-to square mile ratio of any country. Something like 4 people to every 40 square miles. Their particular language [some form of mongolian?] is becoming extinct. The most local, and the last, teacher of the language went to the capital to get better pay so she could support her daughter, an aspiring contortionist.

lordofsilverfountain:

" ‘Eowyn, Eowyn!’ he cried at last. ‘Eowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!’ Then without council of the men of the City, he spurred headlong back to front of the great host, and blew a horn, and cried aloud for the onset. Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride for ruin and the world’s ending!’ And with that the host began to move. But the Rohirrim sang no more. Death they cried with one voice loud and terrible, and gathering speed like a great tide their battle swept about their fallen king and passed, roaring away southwards." ~ Quotes from the book