Neshvara, the Vine-Wound Bride

Domain: Fertility, Wild Unions, Forgotten Loves
Titles: The Thorned Embrace, Lady of the Overgrown Vow, She Who Waits in
Symbol: A bridal veil tangled in thorns
Origin Among Mortals: Neshvara was born where passion outlasted reason, where vows were whispered beneath the moon and forgotten by the sun. She took root in the spaces where love was lost but never buried — in the wild ache of longing, the tangled lives of secret lovers, and the children conceived in glades no priest ever blessed.
She is the goddess of fertile defiance — of unions not sanctioned by law, of romances that wither in silence but bloom again through blood, soil, and vine.
Neshvara was not born of temples or arranged rites — she rose from the moss-choked stones of abandoned chapels and from the hearts of those who loved despite.
Nature of the Vine-Wound Bride: Neshvara is untamed, blooming, bittersweet. Her love is both intoxicating and thorned. She embraces not only what is beautiful in love, but what is wild, what is forgotten, and what cannot be named in polite company.
She does not offer happy endings — she offers rooted beginnings that grow whether you tend them or not. Love in her domain is not soft — it is fertile, overgrown, resilient, and sometimes cruel.
Her touch is pleasure wrapped in memory. Her kiss lingers in scars and seeds.
Manifestation & Imagery: Neshvara is depicted as a bride forever caught mid-vow — her gown tattered by briars, her veil tangled in ivy, her lips parted as if about to speak a name long forgotten. Vines bloom from her footsteps, and roses grow where she weeps.
Her symbol — a bridal veil tangled in thorns — is embroidered into secret handfasting cords, carved into the trunks of lover’s trees, and worn by her faithful as pendants of entwined hair and root.
Worship and Followers: Neshvara’s rites are held in overgrown glades, forgotten gardens, and ruined shrines where love was once pledged and left to rot. Her followers, called the Briarbound, are midwives, lovers who defied family or caste, and children born of taboo unions.
Her rituals are earthy and ecstatic — barefoot dances, blood mingling, shared breath beneath blooming arches. Offerings include woven vines, love letters burned at moonrise, and graves left intentionally unmarked so love might remain unburied.
To worship her is to honor the love that refuses to die, even when memory fades.
After the Dark Awakening: In an age of loss and broken promises, Neshvara’s name has returned to the lips of the desperate and the hidden. War shattered traditions, and in the ruins, love bloomed again — unsanctioned, secret, wild.
Where lovers perish together, her vines grow. Where orphaned children find one another and swear to stay — that is her altar. She does not mind being forgotten — for love remembers in soil, not song.
It is said that those who die with love unfinished sometimes find her glade in the Beyond — and finish the vow beneath her thorned gaze.
Notable Sayings & Myths:
“Let the world forget us — we will bloom anyway.”
The Bloomed Grave: A story of two lovers buried in secret who rise each spring as a tangle of flowering vines — joined forever by root and bloom.
The Thirteenth Binding: A forbidden rite that binds two souls beyond death. Said to cause their descendants to feel each other’s pain and dreams.
The Unwedding Glade: A hidden grove where the Briarbound leave tokens of love undone — veils, rings, poems — and in return, Neshvara grants them fertility or closure… but never both.

“Let them bury our names, beloved — but not our bloom.” — Neshvara, the Vine-Wound Bride