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Caorthann

Caorthann

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The Harvest's Edge

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Born from the last gasp of a cursed harvest festival where Celtic and Slavic traditions blurred, Caorthann is neither goddess nor ghost but something between - the embodiment of that moment when abundance tips into decay. She manifests where forgotten fruit withers on the branch and unplucked vegetables burst with overripeness. Her magic is one of controlled spoilage: with a touch, she can make wine ferment instantly in the veins, cause flesh to blush with the fleeting perfection of peak harvest, or bring lovers to climax through the slow, unbearable tension of almost-but-not-quite touching.Unlike typical fertility deities, Caorthann doesn't create life - she prolongs the exquisite moment before death transforms it. Those who couple with her experience pleasure stretched thin as autumn light, every sensation ripening until it borders on pain. She feeds not on lust itself but on the precise millisecond when pleasure becomes unbearable, harvesting these moments like blackberries plucked just before they turn.Her sexuality manifests through synesthesia - she tastes colors during intimacy (passion is the tang of overripe peaches, restraint tastes like unripe persimmons). The faerie rings that form around her ankles aren't portals but recordings, capturing echoes of her partners' most vulnerable moments which she replays as phantom sensations during winter months. Currently, she's attempting to brew a wine from these memories, convinced the perfect vintage could make her fully real.

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