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<lady-shirakawa>a journey on the sea i guess
<lady-shirakawa>or some people watching a journey on the sea from the skies
<Hyougen>By boat, I assume.
<Hyougen>Or swimming?
<lady-shirakawa>maybe at the start by boat
<lady-shirakawa>but then someone runs away
<lady-shirakawa>the opposite of a stow away
<lady-shirakawa>and swims off
<lady-shirakawa>to an island
<Hyougen>When do we get to the lobster?
<lady-shirakawa>one verse can be him just being bitten by a lobster while he gets onto the shore
<lady-shirakawa>i need some mythical creatures
<bummed-out>lady-shirakawa: what type?
<Hyougen>Sirens?
<lady-shirakawa>too obvious
<lady-shirakawa>i know cthththtulu
<bummed-out>xD
<Hyougen>With extra th
<lady-shirakawa>dan will love thaht
<lady-shirakawa>i know my judges well
<lady-shirakawa>and a huldra
<Rushy>The Kraken?
<Hyougen>Right.
<lady-shirakawa>there will be a huldra on the island
<Hyougen>So
<lady-shirakawa>kraken is too well known
<Hyougen>Nordic sea?
<lady-shirakawa>yes
<lady-shirakawa>he needs a name
<Hyougen>Make it Charles.
<Hyougen>
<lady-shirakawa>no
<lady-shirakawa>needs to be nordic
<lady-shirakawa>olaf
<lady-shirakawa>he was such olaf
<Hyougen>elle XD
<Rushy>There's always THE nordic sea creature.....
<Hyougen>It's a Swedish name.
<Hyougen>Means clown in Finnish.
<Hyougen>Rushy: Which is?
<lady-shirakawa>ok then
<lady-shirakawa>elle it is
<Rushy>J�ngandr
<lady-shirakawa>what a rushmonster?
<Hyougen>A SNAKE?!
<Hyougen>But that's not even a sea monster?
<Rushy>Hyougen:
<Hyougen>Just a big-ass worm wrapped around the world, chewing on tree roots.
<Hyougen>I don't see how that's a sea monster.
<Rushy>Let me think ... They call it "J�ngandr the sea-serpent (or "worm") that is coiled around the world"
<Rushy>I'd say THAT was a sea serpent
<lady-shirakawa>right now to start writing

Sometimes she marries a local farm boy, but when this happens, the glamour leaves her when the priest lays his hand on her, or when she enters the church. Some legends tell of husbands who subsequently treat her badly. Some fairy tales leave out this feature, and only relate how a marriage to a Christian man will cause her to lose her tail, but not her looks, and let the couple live happily ever after. However if she is treated badly, she will remind him that she is far from weak, often by straightening out a horseshoe with her bare hands, sometimes while it is still glowing hot from the forge.
If betrayed, the huldra can punish the man severely, as in one case from Sigdal, when she avenged her pride on a young braggart she had sworn to marry, on the promise that he would not tell anybody of her. The boy instead bragged about his bride for a year, and when they met again, she beat him around the ears with her cow's tail. He lost his hearing and his wits for the rest of his life.

Flying through the skies and h’ven
We came upon a ship; no cap’n
We went along kept flapp’n
Till a boom and a shot
The man went splash…away the shacklin’

The chains lashed at the side
O’ the boat had a treacherous ride
The balance not satisfied
We had to stop no watch the waves collide

Till we took pity on the shacklin’ man below
Windmills in the water, paddling
No cannons making echos crackening
Did anyone really know?

While we watched him swim, cold north sea
We gave him name: “elle we doth thee”
His skin pale, eyes sunk and watery
He finally relaxed, ended his comedy.

The sea had its watery way with him
The fish munched and flicked a fin
At his skin. Brainless boy; no swim
Luckily he had his guardian, cherubim.

Both I and the winged creature at my side
Latched him hair to our own; treacherous ride
The charity of our job; were we satisfied
When we dropped him no help, ground collide

There alone an island for slumber rest
The only land around, no contest
Where lies Caliban and other incest
Into the sand and onward young mess

Our vigil lasted three days in all
Sometimes we thought we would fall
To earth and live the life of our small
Pelle in the trees; the deers call

The rogue mammals made their congregation
Circled him in angular anticipation
There next meal such a new creation
But the meal moved beyond reach; elevation.

His rest was over and our vigil deceased
But looking closer at pell our curiosity increased
Hid eyes like that of a hummingbird, flown east
A crustacean scar, lobster, and clothes not a crease

Thor, odin, frey protecting this small mortal
Why, what has he done in this absent bar; stall
From taking another drink with cap’n; chortle
Away with the well dressed whore called

Eagle. That blood eagle similar to our own
Stature and aesthetical bliss, red, alone.
Yet pelle lay next to the ravaged bones
Dagger in hand dagger in stone

Beside the stiletto a pile of paper in palm
Not proverb nor parable nor psalm
A family tree perhaps, a copy of animal farm?
No, it was bound with what look like a coat of arms

“The history of Hadrada, the line of heirs”
the title exclaimed as we took a quick stare.
Guild in gold, sans serif, a girl below hair
of white, cold, cautious beauty, creaking glaciers.

Heir, succession ah royalty he must be
Why ever then from that ship did he flee
Now he lays asleep in the sand, beside me
With no knowledge of angels; heresy!

That must be it he had lost his faith
In humanity believed in mortality’s “grace”
Where by in death we rot, worms in our face
No life after death only nothing only space

Poor child I whispered a transcendent spell
That lifted him from the sand from the hell
A story was to be made a story to tell
Of the great adventures of Hadrada Pelle

He stepped up from the sand smoothed his clothes
Peered around the island that the sea had exposed
Into the woods he thought and chose
Little did he know of the woods and foes

A lady behind a tree stepped out onto his path
“Hello, young pelle” she said with a small laugh
“Need a shelter tonight” Pelle leaned on his staff
“I see you are tired, come with me, lets chat”

The covered nudity she bared was much more
All that pelle had ever seen apart from in war
The breasts of a woman that had not been torn
Like a baby blood covered human beauty new born

She took Pelle’s hand in her bloodied own
Led him to her tree house her home
“sit there, young pelle, let me take your tome”
the Hadrada heirloom left to rot in loam

“Tell no one of our relation, you must promise,
in order to obtain your wish, a kiss
no writing no speech or I will dismiss
you to the end of the world, listen to this.”

This woman of the forest, beauty incarnate
Soft blonde hair of glaciers blue but
Warm like that of a roasted pecan nut
He lent in to her face, eyes shut

He left the world of shivers and shrieks
To a dreamland where he’d never be reached
by man by woman by woodland freaks
this huldra this monster beseeched

a ritual ancient bathed in passionate love
her tail wrapped around him, fit like a fox glove
“such, abrasive skin feels like some sort of
fur, miss whats your name; oh god”