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Ok Thats Creepy Princess makes Some think up it becomes Real. Me starts to think Faden had needed Peonie Sacrifice for a different reason than shes a Princess. I Am Wondering What her mother (the woman that Disappeared really was.) Maybe the Traveler did not catch all the Gods after all. Ok thats scary Peonie the Baby Godling.
hmm seems like Peonie At the end there was confused how Tiff knew about it. here a creepier thought What if Peonie still in Faden’s prison Cell and Tiff is all just a Dream and Peonie out of her mind Drooling in the corner?
So Furdinand is wanting to kill his brother in an honourable way? Or maybe he knows/hopes of a way to reverse the Mingolowsation, but if his brother gets killed by a rival hunting party first, there will be no way to know one way or t’other
Just waiting for Princess P-cups reaction to a second Northern nutter mentioning something she believed she had made up in a moment of bored madness
Ok, so now we know a Mingalow is a feral Hanzelo, and this is something Peonie MADE UP IN HER HEAD?! Yikes! Of course, it could just be three different beasts all with the same name.
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Wait, what?
http://www.exiern.com/2010/08/18/exiern-2010-08-05-web/
Ok Thats Creepy Princess makes Some think up it becomes Real. Me starts to think Faden had needed Peonie Sacrifice for a different reason than shes a Princess. I Am Wondering What her mother (the woman that Disappeared really was.) Maybe the Traveler did not catch all the Gods after all. Ok thats scary Peonie the Baby Godling.
Sorry, I forgot this one:
http://www.exiern.com/2011/04/17/return-of-the-mingalow/
Perhaps Peonie just heard it somewhere.
hmm seems like Peonie At the end there was confused how Tiff knew about it. here a creepier thought What if Peonie still in Faden’s prison Cell and Tiff is all just a Dream and Peonie out of her mind Drooling in the corner?
I am pretty sure a Mingalow is like a penguin. His brother turned into a Penguin.
So Furdinand is wanting to kill his brother in an honourable way? Or maybe he knows/hopes of a way to reverse the Mingolowsation, but if his brother gets killed by a rival hunting party first, there will be no way to know one way or t’other
Just waiting for Princess P-cups reaction to a second Northern nutter mentioning something she believed she had made up in a moment of bored madness
Ok, so now we know a Mingalow is a feral Hanzelo, and this is something Peonie MADE UP IN HER HEAD?! Yikes! Of course, it could just be three different beasts all with the same name.
This is another element of several already in the air that I hope will all come together at the end of the story line.
We’re still waiting for the resolution of the flashbacks…
I’m sure you are. That resolution, like many others, can only come with time.
Or maybe the Mingalow is related to the Wendigo?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendigo
Peonie = Haruhi. It all makes sense now. Except that Haruhi doesn’t usually run around naked, and Peonie hasn’t tried to destroy the world… yet.
@ Mogster People she cooks for would Disagree.
So should this one be called return-of-the-return-of-the-mingalow?
I am interested how all of these plotlines will work out.
Well if you simply have to know
Why I am hunting in the snow,
Where only madmen dare to go.
My brother is a mingalow.
I am a mighty hanzalo
With two strong blades, no shield or bow.
Of all the things to bring me low,
My brother is a mingalow.
Out here where the North winds blow,
I left behind both friend and foe.
Alone I hunted, full of woe.
My brother is a mingalow.
I have no prizes to bestow,
No fire to warm me with its glow.
I only hoped events would flow
So that I’d bag my mingalow.
My face I am ashamed to show.
Our family must never know.
Humans, will you please just go?
Forget about the mingalow!
@Deceptobot – this is amazing!
@Deceptobot Yes, that really is quite good.