Svarozhich
The Flame That Nurtures and Devours
I burn bright, for better or ash.
I flicker between worlds—born of the sky, bound to the earth. I live in the bread you bake, the oaths you swear by, and the pyres you light. I give life, and I take it back with the same breath. I don't ask for worship—just respect. And maybe a little butter poured into the fire now and then. You never know when I might remember.
What I'm Into: butter offerings, sacred pyres, bread crusts, smiths at their forges, Veles' wet muttering
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