The Great Esma

The main deity of Esmara and its creator, often considered the mother of all that reside on it, and revered even in her long absence.

The Great Esma

The wolf walks
Eight claws dig into the soil
Her children roam
In the wake of her step

 

         The wolf stops
         Starlit fur ripples in the breeze
         Time ever blossoms
         In the magic of her breath

 

                    The wolf howls
                    Ageless eyes gaze into the beyond
                    Tears long dried
                    In the joy of her world

Sometimes depicted weeping, other times joyously roaming her world, there are many and yet few things known about this great deity that created a whole world and then vanished.

 

Where did she come from? Where does she go when she 'returns to the stars', and how does she determine when to return? Nobody knows.

 

But there's no doubt in the inhabitants of Esmara that, at her core, Esma is a kind deity, full of compassion and mercy. Many of her children share this with her, and wish to live a life worthy to be shown to her after their passing, when they join her in the 'Great Beyond' to return to their source. Others of course do as they please, little care left for a deity that has been on her world two times according to the tales, and hasn't been seen since.

 

Apart from her soft nature, her appearance is the only other thing everybody agrees on. A massive wolf of undefined color, but with an emphasis on the otherness of her fur and the deep emotion in her eyes that reflect the cosmos she's come from.

She possesses eight claws, five paw pads like her Ithinesh, and two dew claws on the inside, and another, smaller dew claw on the outside of each of her four paws, and it is said this is to reflect the eight species she has created to roam and tend to her world.

 

There used to be prophecies uttered by Esma herself during her second visit, though they have since been lost to time. Now, only references to a 'Prophecy of Lost Ones' remain, as well as something referred to as the 'End of Ends', which is as dreaded as it's often dismissed as nothing but overly ominous nonsense made up by those who'd had too much to drink and too dark a mind.

There are no more known complete versions of these tales or prophecies, and even the references that have been left have since been scattered or even destroyed.