Cernunnos
The Antlered Lord of the Untamed Forest
Antlers up, chaos down — steward of the wild things, your kingdom needs you.
Moss drips from my limbs and serpents curl where your hands fear to tread. I hold no court but the rustling canopy, no throne but the marrow of the earth. Kill and nurture — both are my art. Respect the boundaries, mortal, and I’ll let you glimpse the dance.
What I'm Into: Antlers clashing, Serpents coiling, Fertility in the roots' dark hum, Thresholds between worlds, Death in the wolf's jaws
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