Simargl
The Winged Guardian of the Sown Fields
Guardian of the green promise, born of earth and sky.
You won’t find my name in songs of war or thundered tales. But if you’ve ever seen the first sprout push through the soil, you’ve felt my breath. I am the warmth beneath the husk, the shadow over tender green. I do not rule. I do not rage. I wait. I watch. I guard what grows.
What I'm Into: Mokosh’s damp embrace, Dazhbog’s golden gaze, whispers of the first seeds, storm-fed feathers, solitary vigils at dawn
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