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mythvoiced · 2 years
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Deráine Flanagan | Unknown | She/they | Punisher & messenger
Or better yet, a prophet of sorts. Not a descendant to say the least, although who wouldn’t like to claim being a descendant of a goddess. No, Deráine can be no descendant, she’s hardly a being at all, less of a person and more of an idea taken shape, a concept come to life, a desire that separate from the core of a deity and built itself a body to fill.
Goddess of summer, wealth, sovereignty, of love and fertility, unparalleled in beauty as all goddesses are described to be, known for  maiming a king as the lightest of punishments she could have offered, becoming a being capable of granting and removing power from a man at will, either by taking advantage of the Irish rule of only unblemished men being allowed to rule, or by killing them outright, refusing to grant their lands what they need to survive, serving as a reminder that no man shall be allowed to take another person as he pleases, no man will ever be granted such power.
Deráine is not that goddess, but they me be the message of that tale come to life. They travel the world, unchanging and radiant like the sun, glowing like summer, saturated like the deepest green and the deepest orange, smelling like every fruit to burst on your tongue that summer has to offer.
In other words, desirable. But they’re no object to be owned, she’s nothing to simply claim. She is a spirit that sprung to life at the calling of women in Midsummer, who honoured the goddess for more than her status as such, who pleaded for protection and the power to battle their fate as she did.
She became the sword for a cause, Deráine over here,  a spear to the red mare, the one to seek out all the men who need to have their ear bitten off, their shapes turned into geese, or just downright killed. She will slice what must be sliced off, and they will make sure you know why they do.
Or, in other words, I found out about Áine, Irish Goddess, and this happened.
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