Yar the name: formerly xcogitant but it wasn't apt enough:
It literally means 'One eyed raven god' in Swedish lolz yar aka Odin but I like the description.
The archetype suits me very well. I have a blind left eye and my animals are ravens and serpents. It also goes further with me into astrology and mythology, but I won't trouble you with an essay!
Anyway I am a writer. I also beleive in probability and scientific evidence over religion, although having said that, I love mythology and the occult. I am Pagan because I guess it makes common sense to worship rational things like the sun and the natural rythms of time!
I also love producing art in many forms and watching interesting and funny things.
I studied biochemistry at Uni and I love anything intellectually stimulating,challenging and fun! I also love travel and new experience and my personal ambition is to journey around the globe
My interests are very wide and expansive and I love to dissect subjects, correlate and cross over between them! there are no boundaries in knowledge and I always hunger for more
Anyway I will post some of my work on here:
This is an excerpt from chapter 9 page 196:
His eye changed to a pure seething, abyssal black- the entire eye including the whole sclera, and his face looked dark gray with black runes of pain and destruction, and his aura was black and focussed with dark intent and the deep, sucking, devouring, timeless, fear inducing bottomless void of loss and pain. His third eye spiralled widdershins as opposed to deosil and was red and black and canyon like, carved deep into his forehead rather than glowing, and edged with dark, rasping, grasping, desperate feathers.
But this profound horrific energy was very transitory in nature as the druid memorised his absolute hatred and vengeance for what happened to his wife.
Bran Iorwerth shocked himself back into glowing wholeness again like an angel had suddenly cast the devil from his very soul and flooded his entire body, mind and soul threefold with the pure divine light from the source. His eye lost its choking, extinguishing darkness and suddenly blinked on as if somebody had flicked on the switch for a bulb; and the holy flame of enlightenment was reignited.
Bran y eiu swallowed hard. This was quite frightening. He had now seen dark magic and its source. In his own father's eye he had seen the very pit of the black hole of hell which probably served as an abyssal oubliette for unredeemed souls that had denied all knowledge of god and that were waiting to begin reformation. He knew what his father was capable of; and it became quite axiomatic that one should never cross a druid. Not ever.