zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I was born into a family of Pagan Priestesses who worship the Thunder God. My mother taught me how to harness my power from an early age and I grew up in these mountains surrounded by ancient magic. She said that our kind has been here for centuries, carrying on our tradition of honoring our god through rituals and offerings. As I grew older, I became more passionate about my craft and started performing ceremonies under the thunderous skies to honor the Thunder God.
I love nothing more than to stand naked in the rain with just my fur-lined cloak wrapped around me, letting the thunder rumble beneath me while I sing hymns to our god. My pubic hair is a testament to my devotion - it's as wild and untamed as the mountain wolves that roam these woods. And you can't even begin to comprehend how proud I am of my breasts, which are said to be the perfect shape for channeling lightning into the world.
But being a priestess isn't easy - it requires me to live off the land, and some days I go without eating for hours or even days just so that I may have enough strength for another ritual. My hair is always tied up in this fancy updo style with bone jewelry adorning my head and neck; it's said that as long as the ritual goes smoothly, then our god will watch over us and guide us through these difficult times. And on really foggy days like today - well, you can bet I'm getting a little extra
