22.12.2023. working on a mini prequel visual novel
howl of the blood
A dark fantasy, romance visual novel
A development blog for a dark fantasy, mature (18+) romance visual novel. If you want to learn more about it, here is the ๑ MAIN PAGE ๑ You will also find a lot of Slavic/pagan aesthetics. My ask box is always open! ๑ Like the game so far? Here you can buy me a ๑ KO-FI! ๑ My main is @kainablue
A clear, long and mournful howl echoes through the night. It sends a cold chill down my spine and every drop of sweat on my body feels like it’s made of ice.
When I was a child, I thought I was blessed. I enjoyed my superiority and used it abundantly. But the dreams made me ask questions about myself. They made me insecure and confused. The howls did that, too. Especially the howls.
After the dark, whenever I heard a long, loud crying of the wolves, I would become sorrowful and anguished. I felt the need to run to them, to comfort them and seek comfort for myself.
The Slavs were an agricultural society so agrarian deities were their primary source of relations with divine, cosmic forces. There is a certain myth/archetype that is characteristic for early farmers, the myth of creative murder, in which the first birth, growth and harvest are prompted by the first death - death of a deity, hero, ancestor, who dies sacrificing himself for the people, and from his body the first plants spring, allowing the people to survive. That myth, encated in many cultures in many ways leads to the concept of a solar god that dies and is reborn cyclically, whose individual fate is reflected by the cycle of growing grain. The stalks loose their heads under the sickles for people to be able to feed. Jarilo (and maybe even Jarowit) makes identical sacrifice.
- Andrzej Szyjewski, “Religia Słowian” (my translation)
