Artemis

thebacchichuntress:

To me, Artemis is a creature of the Wilds.

She is the mud. She is the dirt. She is the moss and the trees and the animals of the forest. She is the nightsong of creatures of the wilderness, the chirp of birds in the day light. She is the breaking of bones, the baring of teeth, the draw of a bow, the strike of an arrow. She is dark like the swamps, and bright like the fields. Hers is the world of Life and Death; the Wilds, and the Hunt.

When I see Her, I see Her painted as a warrior, the stain of berries and blood on Her cheeks. Leaves tangle in Her dark hair, dirt coats Her skin, animal skins clothe Her, She is armoured in leathers, Her skin browned from the sun. She is the Huntress and the Protector.

She is fierce and powerful. Her beauty is feral, the beauty of the untamed. Her elegance is gritty to the unappreciative eye. Graceful as a deer and ferocious as a wolf, She rules the Wilds as predator and Queen.

She is passionate, strong, and deadly. Her love and Her temper, equal, hold no bounds. She is demanding, and She will challenge you. She is unyeilding, bending to no one. She, too, is loving and kind, the strength in your back when you feel weak. She will guide your way in the world, and She will teach you to fight.

Goddess of the Hunt, Far-Shooter, the Strong Voiced, the Thunderer. She who soothes, and She who kills. Hail Artemis.