I'm being stalked by a wolf. I see him in the corner of my eye. Darting & dashing between the trees near my home. I feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck and his teeth graze my skin. A threat of what may be if I do not heed his warnings.
“Bare your teeth, lest someone bare theirs against you. Where is your courage? Where is your righteous outrage? Do you not feel the leash of Glepnir* tight against your neck? Bite off their hand. They know what they have done.”
I have grown meek. I have taken my outrage & folded it into a cute, bite sized snack. I have swallowed my indignation time and time again. I have gorged myself on my own ire. Now my stomach can bare the acid no more & it threatens to push past my lips spill onto the floor. The poison expelled but destroying a beautiful carpet in the stead of those who should be burned.
This pack has rendered itself defenseless. We’ve filed our once sharp & beautiful fangs in order to survive. We’ve forgotten that to attack is often to defend.
I want, no, I need to find my fangs again. I’ve allowed myself to be wrapped & bound by impossible things until I can barely move. My timid inclinations have wrought pain upon both myself & those I would wish to protect. Let us find & sharpen our fangs together.
Bare Your Fangs Tarot Spread - Miniature
The Wolfs Warning
How to sharpen your fangs
Notes:
This is a shortened version of a new offering I will be launching soon! I’m making a lot of changes to my website offerings & will make an update once it’s available.
* Glepnir is the “Chain of Impossible Things” that is used to bind Fenrir in order to stave off Ragnarök.