Hound Of Misfortune

But the wolf....The wolf only needs enough luck to find you ONCE. Indie American Gods OC | The Black Dog

[chrchyardbeast]

-rises from the dead for a moment to squint at this gif-

[nathanandersonart]

Name: Barghest, Barguest

Area of Origin: Northern England

Prevalent in Northern English folklore, the Barghest is a monstrous black dog, with fiery eyes, large teeth and claws, though the name has been known to refer to ghosts or household elves in other regions of the country. The word “Ghost” was pronounced “Guest” in Northern England, and the etymology of Barghest is thought to be the combination word, Burh-ghest or “Town-Ghost”. Similar to other mythical Black Dogs like the Black Shuck, Grim, Padfoot, Gwyllgi and Gytrash, the Barghest is believed to be an omen of death, foretelling the passing of an individual by laying on or near their doorstep. In some tales, the dog is but one form the entity can shapeshift into, with other appearances being that of a headless man or woman, a white cat or a rabbit. They are said to attack lone travelers in the countryside as well as the narrow alleys in those of the old English cities.

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[chrchyardbeast]

shapeshiftiing replied to your post: -peeks through curtains holding my five foster...

MISSED YOU FRIEND !

I RETURNNNNNNNNN! MISSED YOU AS WELL!

[chrchyardbeast]

Playing with the concepts of the beast and like what if-

a lack of faith in him results in not him dying, but him permanently in dog form.

Or Makes his dog form grey faced.

OR MAKES HIS DOG FORM YOUNGER SO MISFORTUNE IS A OBNOXIOUS PUPPY.

[chrchyardbeast]

-peeks through curtains holding my five foster kittens- ive been very busy father of five....

[chrchyardbeast]

My kingdom for a kitten

[chrchyardbeast]

muse aesthetics: horror edition.

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gothic horror. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

classic horror. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

slashers. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets.converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals.unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

paranormal horror. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

cryptid & urban legend horror. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled casette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

thrillers. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes.paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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[niktav]

the old gods see through your bullshit

[chrchyardbeast]

sinnhelmingr:

“Ah. You don’t spark the match. You’re the flame. Sounds like a pretty sweet gig. Certainly seems useful, at the least. What’s on the itinerary, then?”

“More like the wind that makes it grow...” He hums and glances around. As though he was an animal pinpointing a scent.      “A gentleman will get in a car accident. A woman will lose her child in a mall. A business owner will find his business in flame. Another gentleman will misplace his wallet... theres plenty of misfortune in the 100 mile  radius... Real question is, who deserves the heads up and who can be blind sided and drown in the worst of it?”

[chrchyardbeast]

kiantrev:

“Kindness and respect?” Kieran mouths to himself, frowning. “Like.. how paganism works, giving it offerings?” It was obvious that the idea flabbergasted him, but Kieran says no more through the ride, deep in thought. What was important is hat he gets back to the children, and that they are safe.

The kids welcome him with gusto, asking how Anderson was doing. As much as the handyman was often grim faced and doesn’t say much, he was gentle with them, and is patient in answering their questions. Kieran overhears some kids talking about the ‘doggie’ they saw walking in the fields that evening when he brought in fresh produce from the carrots patch, calling the kids to come inside as night was falling. Wouldn’t want the hound to be back and let the children meet it again.

The driver grins, and nods, but supplies no other answer. When he pulls into the homes drive, he turns to thank the passenger as he pays, and wishes him a blessed day. Once he drives out of view the cab takes off. A few probably call that hotline on the back asking if their driving safe.      He parks the taxi in a public garage. Upon his departure from it, he pockets the cash, and tosses the keys under a nearby car. Across the way, a cab driver will leave the diner he launched at to find his cab missing. Strike three of his bad luck running.

[mcthercfmcthers-blog]

“ You seemed a little bored. “ It had been embarrassingly easy to notice his wandering attention, which was incredibly insulting considering Hathor had been regaling him with a story as they waited for their meal. So she’d decided to make him pay attention to her in a way she knew best. Her hands had ghosted lightly across his lap, but that had proved ineffective so she upped the ante. “ Figured I’d help you pay attention. “

Hathor’s smile was positively wicked, her amusement more than visible to anyone observing. “ Is it working? “

“ Here we are, folks. “ Their waiter chose that moment to interrupt, setting down plates of food even as Hathor kept one hand beneath the table. “ Careful, it’s hot! ” He was a friendly boy, all smiles and curious eyes.

“ Thank you, hun. Can I get another beer? “ The hand beneath the table squeezed gently. The waiter nodded and disappeared a moment later.

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[chrchyardbeast]

“You could’ve just said my name or something.” His words came quickly under his breath, but eyes flicked to the waiters sudden greeting and quickly tapped a focused interest with what was happening. But Even if he was addressed personally he'd probably respond with a request for something like 10-0 oil or where the canned soups were. 

     Just as he thought he'd be freed from the interaction that will allow him to handle what was beneath the table, he seizes up. His eyes have to redirect from the boy and he lowers his head. The only decent way he could hide his responses was to pretend he needed to sneeze. But it was coming off as a silent prayer if anything. When she requests another beer his head whips around to her as the waiter walked away, sputtering a sharp, “Really?”  He would be a liar if he said this didn’t do something for him. It was right up his alley, but by surprise? He wasn’t one for surprises. Did he suspect something of this nature to happen, sure. But not midst a meal. He finally musters the motion to put an arm back around the top of her seat and lean to her for a private whisper, “Ok- It’s working, but, you’ll need two hands to eat. Or are you planning to make this blatantly obvious?” 

[chrchyardbeast]

shapeshiftiing:

“Do you? Most tend to mistake my scent for a werewolf,” She spoke quietly now, aware of their human company. Luckily the beat of rain outside and occasional lightning and conversational murmurs made it difficult to make out. “But it isn’t like I don’t like to run under the moon, so. I couldn’t blame anyone who thought so. We’re practically distant cousins after all.” That was a hint, too, if he didn’t already know her own species despite his claim.

Her head tilted though when she heard what he was. No wonder she hadn’t been able to place him, she had never met a hound of misfortune before. “Like a grim or something? Could you make the rain stop? I’d rather not have to spend my whole night here soaking wet.” Moby laughed, then turned her body to face the bar as the barkeep set down her plate. A hot platter of potato skins topped in cheese, scallions, bacon— it made her mouth water. “As for my stomach, the only bad feeling I’m having is hunger. We can share it, have some if you’d like.”

He gives her half hearted nods at her words. Theres a fact he wouldn’t admit. He knows she is not of this world, and thats just about it. He can make out a god from a mile away. Mortals are like background characters to him until misfortune is at their heels, and then they stick out like soar thumbs. But otherworldly, foreign, beings are always new discoveries. 

“I would, but this little cloud is scheduled for a certain someone...” He has a brief thought of it, and waves a hand at her apologetically, “Not for you of course. Normally such storms are only intended for mortal earthly victims.” As the words come from his mouth, his eyes glance over the barkeep. A deeply forlorn looking fellow who seemed to have a lot on his mind than just the tickets and bottles before him. Poor bloke has had a lot thrown at him. Too bad he forgot he left his sunroof open. He can easily pull his eyes away from the guy however and give a polite shake of the head at her offer.

[chrchyardbeast]

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