A nyavka back tattoo would kick ass.
The version I read in school had the sirens actively calling out saying to come to them.
These stories usually do gloss over what exactly the men tried to do to said spirit, and how that might have played a substantial role in their demise…
Why blame the sirens who cares how they sing its the men who refuse to control themselves
My mind is tellin me no, but my body…
Careful of the Skogsrå, she might disappear you or help you hunt idk just don’t be rude or whatever. But she’s real, i swear i saw her, woody and hollow, like a real human woman.
Treat all of Nature’s children with caution, respect, gentleness, and humility: avoid danger.
But how many men revere Her enough to live out such advice? Who can heed and value Her windy songs more than his own noisy lusts?
Hey you missed a few of my comments when you did that mass downvote, you might wanna try it again or be more thorough.
