warriors

The Wolf.

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So, happy Monday pups! I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written anything… Just been crazy busy.
But, few things, I am just getting over walking pneumonia..I’ve had it over a month… Which isn’t gone yet so I will need to go back to the doctor..despite how much I don’t want to.

Also, uhm I’ve got an interview coming up in a week or so..and ohhhh man I am NERVOUS!!

But yeah..we’re working four days a week again..and someone on first shift got a better job in New York, so he moved there..so he would be able to better support and raise his family..and I’m so happy for him!! So we’ve been busy getting a temp in.

My grandma is doing well.. She’s happy..which is great. Went to see her this weekend..she is still convinced I’m my mum.. But at least she knows me and still likes me..so I’ll take it!

Uhm, my uncle’s murder trial sentencing was a few weeks ago as well..that girl got the max of 11 years in prison.. So there’s some semblance of justice.  I would have liked to see her get life in prison but.. You win some…You lose some.

My cousin’s birthday was yesterday..she had a party…and it was fun. My sister is at a music festival right now.. Or..just came home from one..idk.

I’m doing a little proofreading, some editing and some fun writing things at the moment!

I have a blurb/poem to share with y’all. I wrote this a few years ago when I was working through some self hate issues. Everybody goes through things they’re not keen to talk about with everyone, but I’m a firm believer that if your story/struggle can inspire and help someone…you should share that and try to make the world a brighter place. So, I’m sorry for the weird format of it..but yeah…HAPPY MONDAY, PUPS.. And remember..I love you! xxx

As she stared into the eyes of the vicious beast, which now stood before her, a familiar glint of color crossed into it’s eyes. the dark beast barred it’s sharp teeth, and hissed in an all too soft, sweet voice, laced in malice; ‘i told you never come this way. go back little girl, i warned. but on you pressed. now look…all that surrounds you is darkness. nothing can protect you from me now. i own you.’ the sweet voice snarled. the little girl, trembling, and frightened, turned to run. but something held her to the spot. she shut her eyes, now burning with bitter tears, and thrashed about wildly. until suddenly, the little girl threw her eyes wide open. but the beast had vanished. in it’s place was her own image. taller, darker, older…and sadder. she looked around her. there was red everywhere. blood. she looked again at the image in front of her. the hands. her hands, she gasped, were covered in cuts… glass, and blood everywhere. she hadn’t been fighting a beast…she had fought herself. and now….she saw she lost. that little girl….never made it out of the fight alive.

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The ancient Greeks had several gods that they worshipped and prayed to. Each one, for a different reason. Warriors would sit for hours prior to long battles in temples and pray. Pray for their safety, pray for good fortune, and pray for a favorable outcome.

Both Ares and Athena were closely related to war. Ares was known for his thirst for battle. Athena, on the other hand, reverted to war only for the purposes of justice, and she preferred peaceful settlements when possible. 

The god of war, Ares; not only was he the god of war, he was the god of violence and vengeance. He wanted all warriors hands to be stained with blood. War, violence and bloodshed. The holy trinity of heroes.

His half sister, Athena, was not only the goddess of war, but of wisdom. She did not believe in violence, bloodshed or warfare, but in the causes for which wars were fought. She wanted peace and intelligence to coat the warriors hands, not blood.

Each one was worshipped for different reasons by the warriors. One to keep them safe, another to ensure they were victorious.

Those warriors, who would leave their homes and loved ones behind for months, sometimes years, to fight wars.

Oftentimes, when they came home, they were no longer the same men who left; rather they were hard, scarred, they smelt of dirt, blood and charred flesh.

But their wives, welcomed them with open arms and full hearts. just grateful they came back home.

Just because someone travels far and wide, faces demons, gladiators and death, dealing in blood over and over again, does not mean they are not still humans; with beating hearts and passionate souls.

They fought for their country, their families, their gods and their kings. And upon each return, they were given a heroes welcome.

So go ahead, do what you must; whether it is march off to a far away land to fight gladiators, or just take a midnight walk around the grounds; either way I’ll still be here waiting, to welcome you back home.