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tab ▸ Kalena Zhertvenkyy ◂
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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab 【 Morena's Sacrificial Lamb Daughter 】

◤ N I C K N A M E S :: none tab ◤ G E N D E R :: female tab ◤ S E X U A L I T Y :: sex is over-rated
tab ◤ A G E :: 29 tab ◤ B I R T H D A Y :: December 22 tab ◤ H E I G H T :: 5'5"


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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab ❝ LiL ⇣⋆ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❞
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab 50 thousand tears I've cried
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you

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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab And you still don't hear me.
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Paranoid:: Kalena is now wary of those who want to help her. Everyone who has claimed to has only hurt her.

Curious:: After being so isolated, she is eager to learn and experience new things.

Determined:: More than anything, Kalena wants to be able to protect herself from those still searching the world for her.

Sheltered:: Her real world experience is very limited. Therefore the things she believes, she is very unwilling to let go of, because it's all she knows.

Selfish:: (She thinks.) It weighs very heavily on her that she has left the village without a way to worship Morena, and that they will suffer because of it.

Indecisive:: Kalena doesn't know what to do, or even how to live after being essentially a captive for so long. This makes her struggle on decisions because she wants to stand on her own two feet but doesn't know the best way to go about it.

Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder:: Kalena cannot outrun what she's endured. She needs therapy. And lots of it.


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tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab So I don't know what's real and what's not

skills.

to be coded in a bit.

Languages: Polish is her native tongue flavored with words from Kashubian. German (fluent). She also has learned English (mostly fluent), but expect words to get lost sometimes.

Doing without: Kalena is well versed in not having amenities, as she grew up without much access to electricity. She is able to cook meals from scratch, sew, and farm.

Being stuck within the village, she is well educated on certain subjects - math and English, Polish history. Select pieces of literature that prove her duty. The scope of which has left her mind sharp, but without a lot of information.

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tab tab tab tab tab tab ۞ tab tab tab tab tab M O R E N A
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tab tab tab tab ♚ slavic goddess ↳ lady of winter ↻ marzanna ↳ queen of death and rebirth ↵

tab tab ✵ ╸✵ ╸✵ ╸ ✵ ╸✵ ╸✵ ╸D O M A I N S - ✵ ╸✵ ╸✵ ╸ ✵ ╸✵ ╸✵
tab tab tab tab tab xxx 1. Death
tab tab tab tab tab xxx 2. Witchcraft
tab tab tab tab tab xxx 3. Winter
tab tab tab tab tab xxx 4. Dreams
tab tab tab tab tab xxx 5. Transitions
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tab THE BURNING AND DROWNING OF AN EFFIGY tab THE BURNING AND DROWNING OF AN EFFIGY tab THE BURNING AND DROWNING OF AN EFFIGY

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tab ✧ tab THE SEASONS' DANCE

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In the heart of a lush, fertile land lay a village nestled between rolling hills and fertile fields. Here, the villagers worshipped the deities of nature, attributing the changing seasons to the complex relationships between the gods.

Marzanna, once a radiant nature goddess, roamed the forests and meadows, ensuring the balance between flora and fauna. Jaryło, the god of agriculture and growth, tended to the fields, bringing prosperity to the land.

Their paths crossed one fateful day, and an undeniable bond sparked between the two deities. Despite being unaware of their familial connection, they fell deeply in love, their union marking an era of harmony and abundance for the villagers.

The marriage of Marzanna and Jaryło brought forth an era of prosperity, as their union was believed to have brought balance to the natural world. The seasons passed harmoniously, and the people thrived under the blessings of their intertwined love.

However, as fate would have it, Jaryło's heart strayed, and he found solace in the arms of another. Marzanna, consumed by rage and betrayal, confronted her husband, the very embodiment of nature's fury.

In a moment of blind anguish, Marzanna's powers surged, and tragedy befell the land. She, in her bitter wrath, struck down Jaryło, condemning him to the depths of the underworld.

The once radiant goddess transformed into a bitter figure, heralding the onset of winter. Her sorrow and anger froze the earth, as her grief echoed through the barren lands.

But with the arrival of spring, a glimmer of hope emerged. Jaryło's return from the underworld heralded the resurgence of life. Yet, this rebirth came at a cost - the cycle of vengeance and retribution, ensuring the eternal dance between the seasons.

Each year, as autumn descended, Marzanna succumbed to her anguish, bringing the frost of winter upon the land. In turn, Jaryło's return in spring brought warmth and renewal, signaling the cycle of life's resurgence.

Their tragic tale became the eternal cycle that defined the passing of the seasons, a testament to the delicate balance between life and death, love and betrayal, woven into the fabric of the natural world.


" To court Morena is to dance with inevitability, for her touch knows no mercy, her gaze, no favor."
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tab tab tab ✧ tab SACRIFICE TO WINTER

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In a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and ancient forests, the arrival of spring was eagerly anticipated. The villagers prepared for the annual ritual to bid farewell to Morena, the goddess of winter, and welcome the arrival of spring's warmth and vitality.

As winter's grip loosened and the first hints of green peeked through the thawing ground, the villagers gathered together. They wove intricate wreaths of flowers and gathered branches to fashion a sacrificial table, and chose a maiden as an effigy of Morena, adorned in winter's garb, representing the passing season.

Led by the village elders, a procession wound its way through the snow-melted paths, carrying the effigy of Morena toward the banks of a meandering river. Songs of hope and renewal filled the air, mingling with the scent of budding flowers.

Upon reaching the river's edge, the villagers encircled the effigy, their voices rising in a harmonious chant. They spoke of gratitude for the lessons learned during the winter's harshness and the wisdom gained from its trials. They expressed their yearning for the embrace of spring and the promise of new beginnings, and placed the woman in the water, weighing her down with stones on the vined table she was tied to.

With solemn reverence, they drowned the effigy to mourn the passing of the seasons. Some cast wreaths of flowers and offerings upon the water, symbolizing their hopes for the coming season.

As the effigy of Morena disappeared from sight, a sense of serenity descended upon the gathering. The villagers exchanged smiles, their hearts lifted with the anticipation of warmer days and abundant harvests.

In the days that followed, the village burst into life. Fields were plowed, seeds were sown, and the air buzzed with the joyous melodies of birds welcoming the return of spring. The rituals and ceremonies celebrating the transition from winter to spring reinforced the interconnectedness of the community with nature's cycles.

The story of Morena's farewell remained etched in the village's folklore, a reminder of the eternal dance between darkness and light, and the hope found in the cyclical nature of life itself.






tab ✧ tab WITCHCRAFT IN THE GROVE

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In a secluded corner of the forest, there lay a small village surrounded by ancient trees and whispered legends. Among the villagers, tales of Marzanna, the goddess of winter, lingered like shadows in the depths of their memories.

Elena, a young woman with an affinity for nature and an enigmatic air about her, was rumored to possess powers akin to the old witches of Marzanna's lore. She lived on the outskirts of the village, near the sacred grove dedicated to the goddess.

One harsh winter, as the icy grip of frost lingered longer than expected, the villagers grew anxious. Crops withered, and the chill seemed unyielding. Desperate for relief, they turned to Elena, believing her connection to Marzanna could alter the harsh course of winter.

Summoned by their pleas, Elena ventured into the sacred grove, where the effigy of Marzanna stood tall and silent. With whispered incantations and ancient rites, she called upon the goddess, pleading for her mercy and the onset of spring.

As she performed her ritual, a swirling mist enveloped the grove. Shadows danced around her, and whispers of an ancient tongue echoed through the trees. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the village, carrying warmth and the promise of change.

In the following days, the weather shifted. The snow began to melt, and buds appeared on barren branches. Spring had finally arrived, breaking winter's relentless hold.

The villagers, in awe of the sudden change, whispered tales of Elena's mystical powers and her communion with Marzanna. Some regarded her as a witch, while others hailed her as a guardian of nature's balance.