SynneR De'Viant Khrystian
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An Aries trans-man with a plan including PAN. A Practicing eclectic witch and metaphysical researcher. A fighter for peace and understanding. A Cat Dad and Cannabis patient. A Healer and a Listener. A cosplayer and Galaxy Nerd. Hello! <3
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Water
I find I can truly ground myself amid trees, animals, and Oklahoma plains, curves, mountains, rivers, creeks, and lakes. Granted, the heat here is rather wet- a humidity that can zap one's energy before you even get to your car from your dwelling. The cicadas are no longer filling the air with screams after emerging from the ground and temperatures are no longer causing heat advisories through the state.
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian4 years ago in Earth
The Obsidian Order
A struggle and scuffle left the male bound and seated on a back pew. Jacob suffered from a solid-state of shock while the three cloaked forms conjoined in an intense, low conversation near the altar. Candles again lit up the cathedral with an audible whoosh, flickering in a strangely slow dance.
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian5 years ago in Horror
Obsidian Order
Clouds of exertion bellowed from the young man's lips in the winter air as his legs made leaps and bounds over slick concrete. Heavy flakes of snow swirled through the streets and skyscrapers. He stumbled on a step, recovering long enough to slide into the doors of St. Patrick's Church in Manhattan. The clamorous thud aroused someone within, the door cracking open to see Jacob Bryant laid out on the narthex.
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian5 years ago in Horror
Sunday Funday
After the morning visit with the porcelain throne I stare in to the mirror, washing my hands thoroughly before reaching for a bamboo toothbrush. Gotta get the grossness of the cigarette off of my tongue and teeth. My brows furrow as I scold myself internally.. Before Halloween I will stop this disgusting habit. Different coping mechanisms are available and I need to hold myself accountable.
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian5 years ago in Longevity
Sunday Funday
Sunday morning's light drones in through decoratively painted french doors, figures come in to focus as I begin my daily wake up ritual of understanding the universe all over again. My eyes sting as they greet the light, calling forth a hiss due to my retinas being seared very much like tuna-steaks. A petite black cat with glowing orange eyes chirps in acknowledgment followed by a 15lb gray and white feline elder chonk not-so-gracefully climbs to perch on my chest.
By SynneR De'Viant Khrystian5 years ago in Humans
