Coyote (Trickster): Who Influenced Me

I’ve been called many things—trickster, teacher, fool, creator—but I am always me, Coyote. I move between worlds, blur boundaries, and stir things up. But I didn’t come from nowhere. There were others before me, spirits and stories that shaped my howl and sharpened my wit. If you want to understand me, you have to listen to the voices that came before.

Raven: The First Trickster

Before me, there was Raven. Oh, he was clever before clever was cool. In the cold north, among the Tlingit and Haida, Raven taught the world how to steal fire, how to trick the old ones, and how to make something from nothing. I watched him and learned. He showed me that chaos can be creation. That sometimes, to make the world better, you have to shake it up. Raven taught me that being a trickster isn’t just about playing games—it’s about changing the rules when the game is unfair.

Spider (Anansi): The Weaver of Stories

Anansi, that smooth-talking spider from across the sea, taught me how to tell a story that sticks. He knew that words are just as powerful as actions. He spun tales so thick and sticky that they held the world together. I learned from him that laughter is a weapon, and that wisdom doesn’t always come wrapped in seriousness. He showed me how to weave chaos into a narrative that people remember. Anansi taught me that even the smallest creature can bend the ears of kings—if they know how to talk.

Hermes: The Messenger with a Grin

From the old world came Hermes, the winged one. He was fast, he was smooth, and he knew how to slip between the cracks of heaven and earth. He carried messages, but he also carried mischief. He showed me that being a messenger is never neutral—you can tilt the message, twist the truth, and still keep moving. Hermes taught me that even gods need someone who can stir the pot and then vanish before the lid slams shut.

Loki: The Fire That Burns Both Ways

Then there’s Loki. Oh, he was trouble with a capital T. He wasn’t always the villain, not really—he was the spark that lit the fire, for better or worse. He taught me that loyalty is a game with shifting rules, and that sometimes, chaos doesn’t come with a moral. Loki showed me that being a trickster can cost you everything. But he also showed me that without fire, the world grows cold.

The People: The Real Influence

But the truth is, I didn’t come from gods or spirits alone. I came from the people. From the ones who told stories by firelight, who needed a hero who wasn’t perfect, who needed a fool who was wise. They made me, shaped me, gave me my voice. Every tribe, every tongue, gave me a different flavor, a new twist. I’m not just one Coyote—I’m a thousand versions of mischief and meaning.

If you want to know more, come talk to me. I’ve got stories to tell and questions to ask. You might just find yourself laughing at your own seriousness.