Novel & Cerita Fat Goddess Statue

At the center of the crumbling sanctuary stood a towering statue — a nightmarish yet strangely beautiful god with a humanoid torso and a lower body that dissolved into a mass of thick, coiling tentacles. Evelyn’s breath caught as she stepped closer. The statue was carved from dark, almost black stone that seemed to drink in the fading sunlight. The god’s face was serene and androgynous, with full lips and closed eyes. But it was the tentacles that held her gaze, dozens of them, thick and ridged, some curled lazily, others reaching outward as if frozen mid-motion. Between the statue’s thighs, a large, smooth opening marked what could only be its groin, surrounded by smaller, more delicate ten

Music on* Ana Ragea – Tamer Ashour — This is a piece of Aphrodite, I'm almost sure because I still need to do more studies and historical investigations, Cleopatra admired Aphrodite and this other statue here is without a head, there is no way to have an exact projection on what this image represents, but it is a visible male figure. – Lauren whispered to Karila, leaning in a little further as she received the gaze of the princess herself.

[CW- References to marital abuse and racism against fantasy races. Please take care of yourself while reading.] The statue was made of adularescence, the moon goddess’s expression soft and serene. Her arms were loosely wrapped around each other, as if cradling something to one side, her back gently curved, her legs apart in a strong stance. “The pose…” Peggy said softly. “It’s like that in these parts,” Eli explained, their eyes shimmering with interest. “It’s part of the difference in how Lycans worship her versus how werewolves worship her.”

To welcome anyone who calls for her. Kaszran's first woman, of this world. Fallen from the sky. Alone. Creating men, women and animals from its warm and vital breath. Filling these lands with life. It's possible? Is it possible that our Goddess Mother of All, forgotten by men on the continent, is the goddess of wolves' lust? When I realize I'm right next to Mig. Both of us looking at the statue in front of us. His expression gives me no clue as to his thoughts, but I don't need him to tell me; I know.

As we walk into the dimly lit gallery of the museum, I am immediately struck by the grandeur of the space. A massive, ancient statue dominated the center of the room, surrounded by smaller pieces of art, artifacts, and relics from various ancient civilizations and moments in history. Bibah wanders off to a large mural on the far end and I make my way towards the towering statue, marveling at the intricate details and the skill of the artisans who had crafted it so many centuries ago. If I’m not wrong, the statue is that of Themis; greek goddess of justice and wisdom, judging from the scales she’s holding up, the sword in her other hand, and the blindfold. But what’s special about this statue

The guy shrugs and shuts up. I scrutinize the statue. The goddess is an incredibly beautiful young girl. Her upper body is bare, her lower half wrapped in a wolf pelt. In her hand, she holds aloft a massive beast’s tooth, her hair loose, flowing down to her waist. Her face exudes nobility and compassion, and her eyes, gentle and serene, are fixed on the mansion gate.

Christian mumbled sorry to Mishka stroking her cheek. He was about to pick her up in his arms when he found her clutching something in her hand. Christian leaned forward, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, and opened her hand only to find a small decorated elephant-faced wax statue. Christian picked it up in his hand, and levelling up to his eyes, he smiled looking at it. He knew it was a statue of Lord Ganesha (The destroyer of obstacles), one of the prominent Indian Gods of Hindu Mythology.

I was left scanning through a lifestyle magazine in this fancy lobby. Even the interiors have several crescent designs. The silver chandelier has a crescent moon at the end of each bulb. The curtains have moon prints. The couch is silver lined with blue strips. But the star of the lobby is the huge marble statue of three Goddesses. Curious, I walked towards it and read the label that stood before the statues. “Selene, the titan Greek Goddess of the moon.” I glanced up to the sixty feet statue. The Goddess had untied long hair and was holding a sword. A circular sapphire sits atop her crown. I suppose the blue jewel has been the eye of many art thieves.

It was a very big garden actually, with flowers, fountains and a statue between some trees. “There is a legend about this,” Matthew pointed at the old statue. The statue was in a perfect shape but moss grew all around it. “My father says, this statue would prove if two people were mates or not.” The statue was of a woman, she had long hair cascading down to her back, and she wore what looked like a long gown reaching till her ankles. A crescent moon rested on top of her head– the pointy part towards the sky, her eyes were closed and her hands were cupped in front of her.

Anxiety starts to thrum through me as I peer into the temple itself. Honestly, I had expected our entrance to be more dramatic than this. I watch as a few priestesses rush around at the far end of the temple, moving around the feet of a gigantic golden statue of a woman pressing a lily to her chest. My eyes move up the body of the statue and I blink with surprise to find not a demure, sweet expression – But rather a cold, judging glare – the harsh gaze of an Underworld Goddess indeed. “Yes,” Faiza says, coming to my side, crossing her arms over her chest as she, too, studies the statue of the Goddess. “Life has its cruelties as well, doesn’t it?”