Raelao Otophy

using the faith as a means to bring misfortune or harm to someone is not something i would like to do as it spits in the face of the source, but if someone is being malicious i will do what i can to help someone out of a rough position

took all night, but the hut is finally furnished, enough to get by anyway. i'll need to get pretty decorations later, but i'm happy with the results

like a certain rust i do trades with, every day is #fishingfriday i have no beef with miss morpha for also fishing. her river is far enough that her survival does not impede on mine. not far enough that a nice swim will get me there.

poppets are a means to track medical conditions of clients for me to later aid them, but i also use them for spiritual purposes, mostly to aid in bringing luck to those i feel who need it. a belief that came to me in an epiphany when i was in my youth, i feel it in my bones that it is real.

it is a shame to hear that an individual had died, but if they, as the young ones say, fuck around and find out, then that is simply on them if they prod a hungry shark and then get upset when it bites them

part of me wonders how much i need to lean into the anonymity. if people are already scared and no one is wanting to hunt me down, does it do me any favors to hide online?

i told the news boy that i'd hinder his luck. he never listened. whatever fate he's signed himself up for is the result of his own hubris

whiskerfish ma, i hope you're proud of my self-reliance, you taught me well. may the afterlife be treating you well all this time later

aaaand finished. or it has a roof now. i'll have to furnish it, but all good things in time.

i gotta feeling everything just went down hill and it sure went fast so i, i started picking up the promises and i went walking away from the past that demon sitting on my shoulder still talks to me now and then but i'm doing my best to not blame you and i'm doing my best to not give in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1z4neyn4hc #lyricposting

the new hut is nearly complete. most of it is below the surface. a bit damp, but hopefully this means less flammability

i mean, look. i've had to start taking down traps and pitfalls that ive set up for former rivals at risk of forgetting and being caught in them myself. i guess i missed something, i was never connected to the wider world

its weird to exist in these times. i should've been in space ages ago. they never came for me. nor has anyone come to my marsh to challenge me anymore. it's sad. it's kind of lonely in that regard. its namely just me and the beasts that i hunt. and the occasional wanderer. they tell people that my marsh is haunted, i've heard it the few times i've been to the nearest cluster, only the foolish and brave go out there

if anyone needs elixirs, medicines, or luck charms, reach out, i am more than willing to provide

still mad about my practice being burnt down. i've rebound quick from it. superstitious fools think i will put a blight upon them, when i was simply trying to aid them. i can't blame them, but it does sting losing everything. the wetlands will provide all the same

i figure that it is time to come out of hiding. the heat has died down, the attention has been given to others. hello friends