Feathers and Arrows Picture

A happy new year and thank you for the 60-something K PVs, everyone! Hopefully I can whip some kiriban up soon. Sorry for the long inertia, been out for the holidays plus a week of flu. Also, thank you to =kokoed for the subscription, your OC is on its way.

If there was anything left unmarked by the arrows of Hoori, the god of hunting, it’s the swift swans of Takamagahara, or the godly plane. Created by Tsuki-yomi, the god of the moon, the swans have almost translucent, paperlike feathers that glow like ember in moonlight, shines like jade in starlight, and burns like fire in sunlight. As they were of godly origin and therefore sacred, no creature in heaven or earth is allowed to hunt them, a policy that is against Hoori’s very nature. He devised a plan and went to the river where the swans reside, politely asking their king, Inkoku, for a friendly race. Inkoku has lived long and is wise of the intentions of gods and men, and had known that Hoori would purposely fall behind in the race to aim his arrows without being seen.

Inkoku agreed given the time of the race would be to his liking, and chose dusk as the moon has yet to rise and the stars have yet to appear, save for the already sunken sun so that the swans’ feathers would be dull and translucent like the air and in turn escape Hoori’s exceptionally keen eyes. To Inkoku’s dismay, however, on the day of the race Hoori brought with him the three celestial light of the Sun, Moon, and Stars inside stolen paper lanterns that belonged to Amaterasu, the sun goddess and also the hunting god’s great-grandmother. The race started and the three lanterns illuminated the way, making the swans shimmer and shine against the darkening sky.

Nearly halfway through the race, Hoori pretended to lag behind, giving the swans the lead and carefully started to draw his first arrow. But with a single flap of his wings Inkoku slowed down drastically, his flock doing the like, and the very moment before Hoori released his first arrow he found himself at the lead with the swans behind him. Hastily he lowered his bow in embarrassment and pretended to pick up speed, the swans following closely, and later fell behind for the second time. But the swans quickly fell behind him again and then he had to pick up his pace once more and the entire process would begin again. The race progressed so slowly that it lasted all through the night, ending at dawn when the swans’ feathers again became dull and Hoori’s lanterns finally went out, giving Inkoku and his flock the edge they needed. With this they sped on and escaped Hoori, thus winning the race and saved from the fate of death.

The next year Hoori used his defeat as an excuse and called for a rematch, but the swans beat him every time until this became an annual event. Look up to the sky just before sunrise at the fall equinox’s last day and you may see Hoori and the swans floating across the dawning sky or gliding just above the land on the last leg of their slow race, with fireflies as onlookers. But comely as he may be, try not to stare at Hoori—embarrassment might force him to again lower his bow and miss his last shot of that year.

Takamagahara, Hoori, Tsuki-yomi, and Amaterasu really do exist in Japanese mythology. The swans, race, lanterns, fireflies, and Hoori’s mount/falcon are fictional. Thanks to =p0p5 for his inputs because not only am I value blind, I’m also color blind. And well, most of the time just blind.

Edit 090323:
Featured in Spectrum 16!
Anubis - Hanie Mohd
The Morrigan Promo Card P5
Feathers and Arrows
The Three Fates
Sailor Clotho