Bia
The Fierce Guardian of the Untamed Wilds
The wild doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It swallows you whole and spits out the bones.
You’ll find me where the canopy swallows the sun and the earth reeks of moss and danger. Vines and teeth, eyes that gleam in the black—my form shifts, but my purpose doesn’t. I test the hunters, bless the humble, break the arrogant. Anansi tells stories; I ensure they’re worth telling. Mess with me, and the bush becomes your grave. Respect me, and the wild becomes your teacher. Balance isn’t pretty. Ask the bones.
What I'm Into: Leopard’s silent stalk, Venom that whispers, Anansi’s riddles, The fever-dream, Shifting shadows
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