I went wondering in the dark paths of my mind. I don't suppose I will ever find my way back. And this alright.

Karkadann

menagerieoftheunseen:

image

Alright, lets talk about the karkadann, or the “Lord of the Desert”

An early description of the karkadann comes from the 10th century Persian scholar Abū Rayḥān al-Bīrūnī (Al-Biruni, 973-1048). He describes an animal which has “the build of a buffalo…a black, scaly skin; a dewlap hanging down under the skin. It has three yellow hooves on each foot…The tail is not long. The eyes lie low, farther down the cheek than is the case with all other animals. On the top of the nose there is a single horn which is bent upwards.” A fragment of Al-Biruni preserved in the work of another author adds a few more characteristics: “the horn is conical, bent back towards the head, and longer than a span…the animal’s ears protrude on both sides like those of a donkey, and…its upper lip forms into a finger-shape, like the protrusion on the end of an elephant’s trunk.” These two descriptions leave no doubt that the Indian Rhinoceros is the basis for the animal. But the future confusion between the rhinoceros and the unicorn was already in the making since the Persian language uses the same word, karkadann, for the mythological animal as it does for the rhinoceros, and this confusion is evident also in the illustrations of the creature.

The Persian physician Zakariya al-Qazwini (Al-Qazwini, d. 1283) is one of the writers who at the end of the thirteenth century links the karkadann’s horn with poison, in his ʿAjā’ib al-makhlūqāt wa gharā’ib al-mawjūdāt. He lists a few beneficial effects: holding the horn opens up the bowels to relieve constipation, and it can cure epilepsy and lameness.

In the 14th century Berber Sunni Islamic Scholar Abu Abdullah Muhammad Ibn Battuta documented describes it as a ferocious beast, driving away from its territory animals as big as the elephant; this is the legend that is told in One Thousand and One Nights, in the “Second Voyage of Sinbad the Sailor”.

Another description said to be the size of a bull with a somewhat wolf like appearance and process two horns which protruded from atop its skull. The first horn, said to resemble an ivory spike, stuck straight up from the creature’s cranium and was said to be used as a means of gouging the Karkadann’s victims. The second horn jutted out from just above the animal’s nose and was said to be curved and bone like, this horn was reportedly used only as a means of self defense. This description is very different than its original depiction.

Information from: http://cryptidz.wikia.com/wiki/Karkadann

The picture is probably from some old manuscript, but the source could not be found despite my efforts.

How To Survive Greek Mythology:

kieranwritesbooks:

Have you suddenly woken up in a parallel universe in which there are temples everywhere, marble statues all up in everything, and hot naked people running around? 

Congratulations! You might be in a Greek myth. 

There’s a good chance you might probably won’t make it out alive, but just in case, here’s ten things you can do to lessen your chances of a sudden and terribly painful death. 

  1. Don’t have sex with anyone. 
  2. Don’t have sex with anyone (especially not Zeus). 
  3. DO NOT ENGAGE IN SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH ANYONE. I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE, MAN, WOMAN, GENDERQUEER, WHATEVER. DON’T FUCKING DO THE THING. 
  4. Don’t boast: So many people in mythology could have been spared horrible fates if they had just been less rude. I don’t give a shit if you’re the best weaver/seamstress around, you don’t go bragging about that shit unless you want six more legs. 
  5. Don’t eat anyone (including your children). This can save you a lot of strife later on down the line. 
  6. Don’t kill anyone (including your own children). This can spare you a slithery end. 
  7. Don’t sass off to maenads, gods, nymphs, nereids, prophets, priests, kings, monsters, gorgons, etc. Just keep your mouth shut. 
  8. Don’t have sex with anyone, I swear this will save your life. 
  9. Be nice. The gods like that shit. They usually give nice people nice things. 
  10. Don’t get drunk unless Dionysus is the god in question: and even then, don’t get so drunk that you start sassing off, or having sex, or doing any of the other stuff I said not to do. 

So, there you have it. Have any other tips? 

Do you know my dog’s name," Hades asked?
“Cerberus,” I said promptly. “But everyone knows that.”
“Do you know what it means?”
I opened my mouth and closed it again. I shook my head.
“It is from an ancient word, kerberos. It means ‘spotted’.”
I blinked. “You’re a genuine Greek god. You’re the Lord of the Underworld. And… you named your dog SPOT?”
“Who’s a good dog?” Hades said, scratching the third head behind the ears and making the beast’s mouth drop open in a doggy grin. “Spot is. Yes, he is.

Jim Butcher, “Skin Game”  

whisperingbones:

I used to be one of those women who valued a marriage proposal as the proudest moment of her life. I was proposed to on the top of a really tall building in Chicago. I used to cut recipes out of magazines while cupcakes were baking in the oven. I used to be one of those women who could be found with curled hair and red lips pursed, delicately wrapped around the arm of man in a bow tie and glass of scotch in hand. I used to be that woman who sat outside at 3am wondering where the excitement went, where her life went. I used to be one of those women who put on high heels and pearls while pretending to be the couple we were never really wanted to be. I used to be one of those women who begged for a man to come back to her. I used to wonder who I would bake for. Who would I wear black lingerie for? Who would tie back my apron while I made dinner? I used to worry that if he wasn’t there, my life would suddenly stop being there too.

He left and for one week I begged. Oh god, I begged. But what was I begging for? I woke up next to this man for years and watched him sleep. I only saw a white picket fence and a golden retriever. As he rested peacefully I saw my life, my adventure, my spirit drained of excitement. I loved him so much that I actually decided I would live this way. I loved him so much that I thought if we weren’t together, love would never find me again. Why was I begging for him back when he set me free? Why did I feel so….empty?

I used to be the woman who waited for adventure to find her. For months after he left I used to be the single woman who stared out windows while looking for a sign to get up and leave. It was right then as I was sitting with wet hair dripping down my back and a towel wrapped around my chest, that I realized I had a choice.

I left. The college degree I had spent three years and twenty thousand dollars on seemed to fit me no better than a pair of shoes four sizes too small. I got a job that I loved, a job that made me excited about life. I started writing things down in a little black notebook. I ate organic food off delicate plates. I tucked myself into a bed with $300 sheets, silk blankets and pink pillows cases with ruffles.

I used to be that woman who begged for love, who waited for a man to tell her she wasn’t broken….but I wasn’t broken. I became one of those women who had no room for a man because her car was full of flowers and pastries. I became one of those women that men don’t know how to love because they just weren’t quite sure where to put their hands, where to kiss. I became one of those women that men tried to capture and hold close…one of those women that slip through their fingers.

You see, I fell in love with life
and the wind whispered,

“Why didn’t you stay? 
Why didn’t you fight?”

I did fight.

I just didn’t fight for him anymore.

I fought for me.

Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do― to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.

Stephen King  

Ft. Meade 
There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 
Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 
That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 
Zoom Info
Ft. Meade 
There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 
Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 
That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 
Zoom Info
Ft. Meade 
There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 
Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 
That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 
Zoom Info
Ft. Meade 
There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 
Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 
That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 
Zoom Info
Ft. Meade 
There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 
Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 
That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 
Zoom Info
Ft. Meade 
There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 
Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 
That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 
Zoom Info

Ft. Meade 

There’s a goddamn ‘e’ and Meade is next door to the NSA but you can still drive in their gates with just a license and a valid reasons to be there. And they have an awesome PX. 

Also, General Meade was a Civil War hero. 

That godsdamn missing ‘e’ is going to haunt me now. 

No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have.

never forget to be kind to yourself. (via splitterherzen)