The Barren Mother – A Folktale of Motherhood

(Sketchbook 2015) Personal Sketches 80FIN
“The Blight Mother” – Wife of the Unalda of Blight

“She is the Blight Mother,
last of the lovers of Dalvarouk,
and the most beloved.
Now goddess, she walks
among the crooked trees,
silent, watchful, and mournful.
Her womb is despair,
her mouth a cavern of fear.
Yet she weeps.
And she weeps.
For no one called mother,
has been made barren
and yet gifted with many children.
Broken, shattered, lost husks that they are.”


I originally had planned for Dalvarouk, or the Unalda of Blight, to have no wife, no goddess (or unalda) by his side. But when I was conceiving this piece she fit perfectly for a great folk legend, an almost unspoken whisper of the last love of Dalvarouk, the one they would call the Blight Mother, for her womb was made barren, and like a blight, she can create nothing but death.

I wanted a minor character in Unalda folklore to not have the same grievances and motives of the true Unalda, while still being married to one. Also, I wanted her to be human, a story of star-crossed lovers turned awry.

I also wanted to play with the idea of a childless mother. A woman barren, and, in many ways, without the miracle that is a blessing–to give birth. In many ways a woman’s identity is wrapped in motherhood, in child-labor. Pain is always sized up to child-birth, and motherhood is the one thing that, I think, truly sums up the female gender, in one way or another. A woman’s compassion and rage is often like the stages of childbirth, or at least the ones I have seen. A woman rages, and it is mighty. To give birth to life is a great pain, a terrible burden, but when the child is brought forth, there is compassion, there is love, clinging, holding. A desire to touch, as though all that rage has been transformed into passion, into a great love of that which has come forth–that you can truly claim as yours.

I know not all women feel this way, but to me, childbirth and motherhood are some of the most beautiful things in the world. And like fatherhood, I think they truly affect how we perceive and engage the world–by those that have taught us, grown with us, cared for us, or, sadly, never cared for us.

What would it be like, then, to be a mother without children? To bear the burden of being barren from that could-be joy? From something so central to the female identity? Some might be glad to be rid of it, but I don’t think, in the end, many women feel that way. And the Blight Mother, also known as the Barren Mother, doesn’t feel that way. She grieves. And only the crooked trees provide her solace, as twisted and gnarled as she. She is renowned, respected amongst the Unalda world, but she wishes only to have that which she can claim as hers–that which takes forth her legacy. But she can’t. And never will.

Instead she has the husks, the blighted creatures from Dalvarouk’s abilities. She is no longer the true mother. She is but a caretaker. And yet she loves them fiercely, because it is all she has to cling to as hers, in a way. A sad tale.

And a tale used to scare young girls at night.

“Don’t be like the Blight Mother, getting caught with the wrong crowd, becoming barren and alone. Don’t run off. Don’t go where I cannot follow.”

She has been given a name that inherently mocks her. But there are a few, who know her pain. Who understand her grief. Who, in many ways, gain strength in knowing such a woman exists now within god-hood.

The Ynalda of Wisdom once met her, walking absent-mindly in the woods, weeping. And the Ynalda of Wisdom did not curse her but stretched out her hand to someone who should be her enemy.

It is said that to this day that the Blight Mother has been, at times, seen with a mystical large deer walking softly by her side, keeping her company; giving her the love she could not have as a mother, but allowing her to love and be loved as and by a friend.

And it is seen as a lesson: that even the lost can be loved. That sometimes all it takes is an outstretched hand, a word, a smile. The barren need not be left to wander alone.


  1. I really like how you describe the Dark Dawn, similarly as in descriptions of events in your “Zavala the Snake king”, there is a great potential for depictions of environment, scenery and events.

    Same thing with Dalvarouk, I can imagine great concepts showing how it pierces and twists planes of reality, spawning blighted creatures, corrupting and spoiling the very ground with its vines. I like the idea of such a corrupting element, breaking all barriers and creeping into unspoiled reality, a constant threat to everyone and everything.

    Also, I see you have a new update with the Blighted Mother, further showing her connection with her “children”, I’ll go check that out.

    I enjoyed reading these mythos, they are quite defined and thought out, something I appreciate greatly. And I would like to read more, yes. You can send some material at my e mail: kronecker [at] net [dot] hr. I bet you have tons of notes and unfinished sketches, waiting to be sorted out and organized into finished pieces.

    You sure put out quite a lot of concepts for someone who works slowly! Maybe I need to slow even more down, then I’ll become as productive too.

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    1. Thank you very much! I appreciate that, seeing as I do hope that when I get more concrete in the lore and facts, that I can actually begin sketching out some of these scenes as I imagine them in my head.

      Indeed! I think of Dalvarouk as both a physical presence (as in literal tree, vines, tentacles, etc) and also as a metaphysical/spiritual presence. So it is both a presence that looms in different worlds, but also one that may manifest itself in the discord that is seen between people, etc.

      I have, to kind of give you something since you were asking about her and I was thinking about how she interacts with her people.

      I am really glad you like them, as I have always felt that a truly great story is the work you put behind the scenes that what may be delivered to people directly (hence why I am trying to create writings that would not necessary be seen within the actually story-line but still exist within their world, and could be referenced with clear certainty). I basically want people to feel this world is bigger than what they get, and to consider that a good thing. Almost like seeing your favorite tv show or game and waiting in anticipation for the next season or episode, or even for the next shoot off of the original to see what else exists within that particular world.

      I feel like authors that take the time to craft such detailed notes, etc, make the best worlds and characters, even if we don’t see all the fruit of their labor, but we know it exists somehow, because we see it in what they do write. So I really do appreciate you thinking I have, in some small way, accomplished it. I am always open to ideas, thoughts, and opinions considering I do take a lot of time to think about this stuff. I just wish I could think these things faster so I could, possibly, get something published one day!

      Wonderful, I will save the email address and be sure to compile some things for you. A lot of them will be sentences, have finished stories, etc, since I kind of just from thing to think. (It is kind of embarrassing how crappy some of this stuff is so…be prepared, hahah!) Some may be longer but I am unsatisfied with wording, grammar, etc, so I tweak and tweak. So, as I am sure you are aware, some things will change as time goes on. I am currently working on mapping out more of the Ynalda and Unalda (as I am sure you have noticed a lot of things still say “under construction”). Also, I am working on giving more detailed thoughts on the Fae and Humans (as I feel the humans are rather vague right now and sound kind of evil, though not all of them are, hahah).

      Hahah, why thank you! I tend to be thinking about this stuff all day, even as I go through my day to day life. I don’t have many people to talk to about this stuff who really want to hear about it so that might be why.

      And maybe, who knows! If there is anything you ever wish to share with me, feel free. I am always excited and happy to share my opinion, thoughts, and any help/assistance regarding personal projects. I love people’s worlds and thoughts–so don’t ever feel like this is a one-sided type of deal. c:


  2. Once again you have some well made and thought out concept.

    It is as if the eye never closes, always opened, gazing forever onto her barren destiny, constantly watered and weeping deep tears of blood, flowing back into her empty heart.

    It is natural for a woman to want to bare children, and when denied her purpose, it causes much grief, as apparent in case of The Barren Mother.

    The questions arise, since she was a mortal, how did she become a wife of an Unalda? Did she made some pact with him that turned quite bad for her in the end, leaving her in such a cursed state? Is her fate only a natural consequence of a disordered desire for an unnatural union? Is she a victim of his prey, or does she in some ways deserve such fate?

    There is no need for an immediate answer to these questions, if you haven’t defined her in those ways, or if you want to keep a sense of mystery about her. I understand that some things are better to be left unanswered, but these are the first thoughts that ponder the mind when thinking about this awesome piece of Lore.

    This Fallen Father “franchise” of yours has been quite a treat so far. I’ll be following its continuation. Keep up the good work!

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    1. I am glad to see you found this blog of mine; I truly appreciate your feedback and detailed responses to my work and writing. I will try to go back to DA briefly to respond to your reply seeing as it deserved a response, for sure.

      Anyways, I never really thought about the eye that way, but that is a very great observation, one which I may develop further in my writing and her concepts. I did want her face to be covered to, in some ways, put a distance between us and her. To, if I could, emphasize her lost, lonely state, one which she cannot change as much as we are somewhat hesitant to even get involved with.

      I am more than willing to answer these questions, as they are valid questions and one’s which I have thought about while making her. I think, for character’s such as her, whose lore is somewhat downplayed, I would be happy to share her “mysteries” with someone, as a kind of confidant.

      All Ynalda (and the Unalda once they became cursed) are given permission to marry. It is often that Ynalda and Unalda will marry within their kind. That is, a Unalda will marry another Unalda and a Ynalda will marry a Ynalda, whether one of the major divinities, or a minor one. However, some Unalda and Ynalda have fallen in love with those outside their divine nature, such as mortals. Such is the case with who is known as The Barren Mother. Because Unalda and Ynalda are divinities, and have great powers of the divine, they have the ability to raise their wife/husband to godhood upon their marriage to them. it is, in a way, as a pact and acknowledgement that they wish to spend their immortal lives with them. However, some Unalda may take a husband or wife and not bless them, thus they will eventually die a mortals death, instead of being blessed an immortal life. Dalvarouk, depite his now cursed nature, found something kindred in this woman, and made her a divinity. However, Dalvarouk is not a very attentive husband and allows her to wander as much as she wants, only meeting with her should he desire a sexual bond or some other means (as, because of her divinity she has been given power over some of Dalvarouk’s forces).

      Dalvarouk has a way with words and can manipulate people to do as he wishes. This woman, resisted his nature and advances for many years, hence why Dalvarouk began to think of her as an equal rather than another person to have sexual intercourse and then blight, if you will. Eventually, however, he woed her to his side by pretending to be fully mortal, courting her and eventually revealing himself when she was vulnerable. However, the damage was now done–she loved him, Unalda or no, she had developed a relationship with him and desired to be with him, though she was grieved to learn she had been tricked in the process.

      Dalvarouk does not truly pass off his genes, etc, to a woman when he mates with her. However, he can feed his own power into them, hence making them blighted, and under his command. However, with this woman, he did wish to make her a blighted creature that could not truly think and comprehend beyond his own will. As, remember, he thought of her as an equal of sorts.

      However, he is a jealous, wary Unalda, and promised this woman that she would become his wife, and he would be loyal only to her, at a cost. To avoid becoming a blighted creature, and be his forever, possessing this loyalty, she needed to sacrifice something for him. In this case, it was her womb–making her barren. This way, if she was ever un-loyal to him she could not give birth. And he did not wish to have a child of his own, thinking of his blighted creatures as his children. She had little choice, she was in his grasp, essentially. She could become his wife, something she desired when he was “mortal,” and keep her free-will and personality, or she could become blighted, but not be barren. She chose to be barren. Her romance with him is tragic; she loves him, but she also grieves that she ever met him.

      So to answer your last two questions–she did not deserve such a fate. But Dalvarouk does not truly know how to approach someone he considers an equal in any other manner than through craftiness and disguise. To reveal himself, as he is, is to lay bare many terrible hurts and perceived betrayals. However, as a little “spoiler,” for you, eventually Dalvarouk opens himself up to her, both sharing in their grief and forming a much more healthy bond. However, this is near the end of the Unalda’s reign, and the beginning of, for lack of a better word, “the apocalypse.”


      1. That is a very interesting backstory, involving these two. Tragic love story involving deceit, hidden motives, desire, vulnerability that comes with opening oneself to another. These are all realistic elements and I like how they play out between the cursed Unalda and this mortal woman.

        It’s difficult not to be sympathetic towards the woman, because she was presented with false image of her beloved, but her love did not fade even upon revelation of the deceit. Reason dictates she should have ended it right there, but heart has a mind of its own, and can lead onto dark paths.

        It is comforting to know there is brighter future for her, however it is not certain for how long, as it is not clear (to me) whether apocalypse might bring redemption for both, just one of them, or perhaps to neither.

        This story about these two could be fleshed out and written into a very interesting longer piece I tell you that. Not only it has interesting characters involved in a story that evokes emotional response in the reader, it also touches upon the metaphysics of the universe in which they reside.

        For start, the natures of Ynalda and cursed ones, and relations between them after some of them became Unaldas. Could there be a union between these two, has it ever been recorded, or at least speculated perhaps. What is the nature of the curse, its cause, and effects it had on the Ynalda that it fell upon. Also, since they have permission to marry, who has authority to give such permission (I can guess) etc. It’s all very interesting!

        But one last thing that interest me most at this time…It’s about her “children”. You speak of some “husks” he has. Can you tell some more about them, how she creates them and what they do. I bet they are quite the rascals.

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      2. I am always thinking about writing miniature stories/shorts for characters and their relationships. I will be sure to put them near the top of the list when I have some more time to sit down and write.

        It has not been recorded that a Unalda and Ynalda have come together in love, but it is not impossible, though unlikely. Ynalda see Unalda as against the Creator, and against peace between all races and beings. Unalda see Ynalda as weak-minded, of not using their power for their own gain and benefit. In the end, Ynalda tend to be selfless and Unalda, selfish. For the two of them to come together would, in fact, mean that both have forsaken the principles they live behind, though one may argue Unalda don’t truly have many principles beyond what they can achieve, destroy, and conquer. However, it would be unfair to generalize even for them, despite their natures, as, some do seek repentance for their wrongdoings. So, while unlikely, it is not impossible that one may find the other.

        It is indeed recorded, however, how the Unalda became as they are. When The Ynalda of Grief (once known as the Ynalda of Nature before his fall) created the Anthros, some of his brothers and sisters in divinity became jealous over this new gift, and the love the Creator had for the Ynalda of Nature. Angry and full of wrath and percieved betrayal, a group of Ynalda combined their powers to cast the Ynalda of Nature to earth, binding him to the fate of mortals, though he himself is not. Thus, he became the Ynalda of Grief, for his grief was so strong that he caused “the Dark Dawn,” a period of years in which the skies grew black, the sun hid from view and the seas and winds raged constantly. This would be considered “the dark ages” to mortals, where food became hard to find that was not withered, poisoned, or destroyed. The only light, both sunlight and moonlight, came from the Ynalda of Grief himself, who wept and wept for years upon years, hurt and alone, separated from his friends and loved ones, never allowed to walk beyond the plane of mortals, forced to limit himself in the presence of people who could not fully understand his nature.

        When the Creator felt this betrayal he banished the Ynalda who cast aside their brother in divinity, and called them Unalda, the “un-mades.” There they formed their own world and planes, outside the light of the Creator and the Ynalda. So, though I talk of the Ynalda and Unalda as though they see each other often, they don’t. The Unalda live in a world outside even the Ynalda’s plane of existence near Dalvarouk, or the Blighted Tree that twists its limbs across the universe (and, of course, taking the name of its creator–Dalvarouk, the Unalda of Blight), chocking what is not under heavy protection of the Ynalda, and easily breaks the defenses of the mortal plane, twisting and chocking the plane into darkness, seeing as though the Ynalda of Grief did not intend to make the mortals vulnerable to corruption, he did, thanks to the “dark dawn.”

        It allowed for many Unalda to spread their influence across the world, pulling it closer and closer to the Unalda’s influence. This is where many blighted creatures were made, and when the wars between races, peoples, and beings took place on the mortal plane. This is when the Light Fae and the Dark Fae parted, where the Antros became prideful and cast aside their wolven brethren as heathens, and made Canine species loathed to all others. This is where the worst human wars were raged. This is where child slavery became a popular past-time, and where many murders and mass homicides were done. Where cults became widespread, and where the temples to the Unalda were raised.

        However, when a single wolf anthro, saddened and hurt from the betrayal of kin he once was close to, felt the grief of his creator, sorrowed by his now lost state within the heavens, he cried out to his creator, sitting with him in his grief, comforting him in his woes, and weeping as he wept, but not for his own sake, but for the Ynalda of Grief. Hearing this, the Ynalda of Grief stopped weeping, and the skies grew bright again, the storms calmed, and the world grew stronger under the beauty and rays of the sun. And the stars shone out clearer than before, sparkling as they did when they were first created. The Ynalda of Grief blessed this wolf anthro, made him his brother in spirit, and together they walk this world in friendship, though the Ynalda of Grief will, at times, walk the world alone.

        But the damage was done to both him and the mortals. The Ynalda of Grief has ever since tried to protect the realm of mortals in a secret way. It is only after some couple decades that the main story, “The Fallen Father,” takes place.

        Generally speaking, any Ynalda that became Unalda, took their original purpose and twisted it. Thus, the Unalda of Blood was once a Ynalda that healed disease and plague within the body. The Unalda of Plague was once the Ynalda of Crops and Harvest, etc. Many minor Ynalda followed their Unalda brothers into exile, becoming minor Unalda.

        The one who gives permission to marry, that is, the one who instilled this in their beings was the Creator, the maker of all things. Even though the Ynalda of Grief made the Antros, it was only through the power of the Creator that he did so. The Creator is present in unseen ways, often showing his presence through the fortune of mercy and grace and justice, as these are things the Creator loves most. Thus, when a man spares a thief from death, but still punishes for his wrongs, it is said the Creator is joyed at the mercy spared the thief, but praises the man for understanding the nature of justice, and seeking to cleanse wrong from right. The “apocaplyse” is when the Creator brings together all planes into one paradise plane with many levels, and destroys, once and for all, the Unalda who do not turn from their ways.

        The husks from the Unalda of Blight are corrupted creatures under the influence of the Unalda of Blight. The Unalda of Blight’s abilities tend to center around the psychological and physical manipulation of minds and beings. He can slowly leak his posionous words into someone’s brain, corrupting him to his purpose, making them no longer think for themselves, but make them “husks” of what they once were. They become slaves to his will, not their own. They no longer are truly given choice, but are brought low and follow his instructions and will completely. Some more powerful beings resist his corruption, even as they have become blighted, but it is rare for them to break free entirely from his grasp unless he wills it (which he often doesn’t). Sometimes he makes people believe they are cured, allows them to go on with a much better life, and then takes control again, having them slay their fellow man and friend–a reminder they are never far from the Unalda of Blight’s reach, and that they are never safe from him.

        Antros tend to become bigger, stronger, and more disgusting versions of their original half-man, half-animal form (think werewolf); the only reason Anthros have a human/animal form is because of the Dark Dawn, when they needed protection from hunters who thought they were evil. (This was also a major plot that was crafted by the Unalda of Blight to turn people against one another, and to set the seeds for the Crow King, who is seen, and is the main antagonist, for The Fallen Father.)

        The Barren Mother doesn’t create them, but instead rules over certain aspects of them. She is, for lack of a better word, the “Captain” of his “husk/blighted” army. She guides the blighted together, and gives them purpose beyond the Unalda of Blight’s will. She is the one that actually sends them to places to create havoc upon the world. Thus, they call her their “mother,” for she guides them, nurtures them, and heals them if they become injured. She does not want to destroy the world she came from, but she feels she has no other choice considering who is her husband. The Unalda tends to say she will understand some day why he does what he does, and she looks down in grief.


      3. Oh, and if you would like, I can always send you my rough, rough drafts of all my work regarding the Fallen Father and the lore surrounding it, if you find it interesting enough to see it as I write it, etc. I tend to work slowly, even though I have a lot of ideas, etc, in my brain. It is just getting them down on paper that can be hard for me as I take a long, long time in feeling like something is “completed.” If you wish to see what I have, in parts, then feel free to send me your email address and I can begin sending you some stuff regarding the lore of The Fallen Father. Also, I am more than willing to keep in correspondence with you regarding the Ynalda and Unalda, the different races, etc, that pique your interest as you go through the character sheet on The Fallen Father page. c:


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