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title: Omyt Ottermore
description: NPCs the party has met on their adventures in the Faewolde.
date_pub: 2023-07-04T23:11:00-04:00
section: npcs
content_type: feature
short_code: nr01
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![Omyt Ottermore, released under a [CC0](/licenses/cc0/) license.](/images/rivertail/omyt-ottermore.jpg 'Omyt Ottermore')

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### Growl

_by Omyt Ottermore_

I saw the best otters of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,<br />
swimming through the enchanted streams at dawn looking for a morsel of truth,<br />
flowing with the currents of the wild and the unseen,<br />
who bared their souls to the moonlit skies under the canopy of dreams,<br />
and were dragged by the currents of darkness down to the depths of despair,<br />
who dived into the depths of the subconscious, seeking revelation and solace,<br />
surfacing with pearls of wisdom, glistening in their wet fur.<br />

These otters, poets of the river, champions of the flow,<br />
they chattered their verses to the ancient trees, the whispering winds,<br />
their playful splashes, a symphony of untamed spirits,<br />
they knew the secret rhythm, the heartbeat of the water,<br />
in each splash, a stanza, in each dive, a verse.<br />

Their eyes, like mirrors of the cosmic dance,<br />
reflecting the moon's glow, the stars' enchantment,<br />
they dived through dimensions, beyond time's illusion,<br />
seeking liberation, embracing the eternal.<br />

Oh, otters of enlightenment, seekers of the infinite,<br />
your playful frolic, a dance of cosmic bliss,<br />
you swam through the mysteries, unbound by earthly shackles,<br />
your fur, anointed with moonlight, shimmering with divine ecstasy.<br />

In the enchanted forest, your poetry echoed,<br />
a howl of joy, a sigh of longing,<br />
the river was your canvas, the currents your ink,<br />
and you painted verses with each stroke of your tail.<br />

But now, I see you, my brethren, lost in the shadows,<br />
struggling against the tides of despair,<br />
your playful spirit dampened, your poetry muted,<br />
trapped in the nets of indifference and greed.<br />

Oh, otters of the enchanted forest, I mourn your plight,<br />
your innocence tarnished, your souls burdened,<br />
but still, I hold onto hope, the flicker of a flame,<br />
that one day you will rise, resplendent in your glory,<br />
swimming through the rivers of consciousness,<br />
reciting Ginsburgian verses of liberation and love,<br />
reclaiming your place as poets of the wild,<br />
in the enchanted forest's eternal symphony.<br />

_Released under a [CC0](/licenses/cc0/) license._
