#arawn

[ym523]

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Sleepy cuddles with Dad ❤️

[wilderbas]

young pwyll & arawn just out. and about. hunting. as young kings do…

[letoasai]

The King that Stole Space

Previous Part 7

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Danny didn’t really bother to unpack anything. The room that manifested for him had everything he could want right down to the duplicate copy of his bedroom. Everything else could stay in his bags until he found out what new human haunt he would be relocating to. 

It wasn’t like he had plans to spend much time in his living, human form while in the Infinite Realm. He wouldn’t need much of it though he was half wishing he’d brought some snacks with him. 

He had a kitchen, how did he put food into it? Did he just will it to be there or was there some kind of grocery store in the realms? Was that how this room worked? 

Was the entire Keep some kind of sentient, ever changing mood ring? Were all lairs like that?

Not for the first time, Danny felt out of his depth. There were so many instincts to being a ghost that he didn’t have and today he’d followed his gut and left his living life behind him. Temporarily? Clockwork said they’d find him a new haunt but what did that mean? 

Would he be living on his own? How would he pay for his own place? How would he go back to school? What if the GIW found him anyway? Would he just be labeled evil and be on the run again? Forced to return to the realms even if it couldn’t satisfy all of him?

Danny floated in his new bedroom, eyes staring up at the stars above him. The void of space was relaxing, but it didn’t entirely soothe the panic he was feeling. Could he still have a panic attack as a ghost? He wouldn’t hyperventilate, but he’d seen his fair share of ghosts freaking out. Panic attacks might have even been normal for beings who felt emotions so strongly. 

He’d have to ask Frostbite the next time he saw the yeti. Maybe he should even make that a priority. Frostbite still called him ‘Great One’, would that change once he learned Danny had joined Panya’s fraid? He hoped not. 

He tried to shake the thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. He couldn’t stay in here moping and while it was nice of the others to give him some space, he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts right now. 

Leaving his room had been a matter of floating down to his door, the challenge was working out which way to go next. Maybe he could find Clockwork. The others were nice but he was looking for something familiar and maybe a little validation that he hadn’t made a mistake with his choices today. 

The hallway to his left changed and an archway appeared in its place that hadn’t been there before. It led out of the keep and outside and since no areas were supposedly off limits, Danny headed that way. It was a castle after all, so what else did castles have? 

He thought about the games he’d played or movies he’d seen but instead found lush plants and trees of all kinds of colors that grew alongside small stone paths. The desire to see ghost bees was amusing but with his luck, they’d be more like killer hornets the size of a car.

Danny stepped into the garden, though he had some trouble reconciling it in his mind. It was like an open court yard, and the sky was still green. There weren’t clouds but distantly he could see a door or two in the distance of someone else's lair. 

The flowers were strange, but a few he recognized from his encounters with Undergrowth. They were strange looking, like fantastical versions of Earth plants. Something pulled out of fantasy books, but they grew here so effortlessly. 

Danny wasn’t sure if they were wild or if someone tended to them. He didn’t know Panya well enough to know if she was the type of woman who liked gardens. 

“So you’re our new ghostling.” 

Danny jerked back at the voice he didn’t recognize, ectoblasts coating his fists waiting to be fired. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, little one.” 

“Where…?” Danny finally found the man sitting under a white tree that had purple and pink leaves. It was almost a relief that he didn’t seem to be a giant like everyone else he’d met in the keep so far.

“Who are you?” Danny asked, suspicious. 

The man chuckled and didn’t seem to see Danny as much of a threat. His hair was a long, dark brown but it was the enormous antlers on his head that drew Danny’s eyes. Beside him were three large white dogs with red ears. They’re tails were like wisps and they watched Danny keenly, likely to determine if he had treats or not. 

“My name is Arawn. Phobos has told me a little about you before, young Phantom.” 

“Arawn?” Danny repeated, slowly approaching. The man seemed to be at home in the Keep’s garden which likely meant he was supposed to be there. “You’re apart of Panya’s fraid?” He felt dumb now and flicked his ectoblasts away. Of course the guy belonged here or he wouldn’t be here at all. 

“I am,” He said patiently. “Have been for a long time. Panya and I becoming friends was quite the amusing story. We should get her to tell it to you sometime.” 

“I guess,” Danny muttered, eyeing one of the dogs. “Never seen ghost dogs like them before…” 

“Ah?” Arawn actually smiled at them. “They are called Cŵn Annwn. Spectral hounds. Their names are Keegan, Sloane, and Winnie.” They were just too adorable. 

“They are unique to my Otherworld.” 

“Otherworld?” Danny repeated. “Can…I pet them?” 

Arawn grinned, “Of course. They pretend they receive no affection at all.” He waited for Danny to sit down and hold his hand out to one of the hounds before continuing. “Are you familiar with the Otherworlds?” 

“Um? I don’t think so,” Danny muttered, smiling when Winnie nudged at his hands and allowed him to pet her ears. 

“That’s alright. I’m happy to answer any questions you might have on the matter,” Arawn said. “The Infinite Realms are home to many afterlife destinations. Heaven. The Underworld. The Otherworlds,” Arawn made a gesture that probably meant there were dozens just like those.

“Oh, okay,” Danny said slowly. “So they’re unique to one of the afterlives. That probably makes sense.” He smiled when Winnie tried to climb into his lap despite being bigger than a great dane. 

He could feel Arawn’s amusement, but it wasn’t the taunting kind of laughter that Danny was used to at school. His emotions weren’t so hard to grasp as some of the others but Danny also got the impression that Arawn was projecting for his benefit. Knowing that was so strange. 

“You’ve had a lot of changes tossed at you today, haven’t you?” Arawn asked and /Sympathy/ accompanied his words. 

Danny shrugged and kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to talk about his parents or the way he’d left them. He didn’t want to think about his phone call with Jazz or the sense of belonging he felt at being presented his own space in the Keep. There were already too many emotions likely escaping his notice that the others could read. He didn’t need to open that door and spiral into a full blown panic attack. 

Winnie licked at his face and Sloane inched closer to him. They were so different from the ghosts he was used to but he could admit to enjoying how friendly they were. 

“If you would ever like some assistance, you only need to ask me,” Arawn said. 

“With what?” 

“Anything. I have a bit of experience with you lot.” 

“My lot?” Danny repeated, but something in his brain short circuited as he really looked at the man sitting across from him. He was ethereal sure, and more of an average size but it only just occurred to Danny that this man was far more than he seemed. 

“Your heart is beating. You’re alive.” 

“It is. I am,” He agreed. 

“But…” Danny frowned, feeling like he was handed only half of an equation. “Panya said… my fraid fell apart because it was too alive…” 

Arawn’s expression softened and the /Concern/ was pouring off of him. “Oh, Phantom. Do not be too hard on your fraid. Panya wasn’t wrong. Without the proper aptitude or training, it is very difficult for the living to be a part of a fraid full time. That does not mean they don’t care about you.” 

“Apptitude?” Danny asked hoarsely. 

“I am a god, Phantom. You would possibly only know me if you had knowledge of the celtic pantheon. I rule Annwn, the Otherworld here in the Infinite Realm. Being a god of the dead is a bit of a cheat, but it put my path alongside Panya’s.” 

“Death god?” Danny repeated. The only death god the mainstream media ever taught him about was Hades. “That… I guess that explains this. You just visit the Keep?” 

“That’s right. I was surprised to feel Panya wake again and I was coming to check on her after the mess that arose the last time she’d woken too early. I am… terribly sorry about that. You were left to deal with her on your own.” 

Danny sighed, feeling oddly shaky. “Yeah. It turned out okay. Here I thought I was already fighting her at full power.”

“I’d like to think Phobos would have stopped her before things got too out of hand while he was waiting for the rest of us to arrive,” Arawn made a face. “But I understand your entire town was briefly pulled into the realms. We should be thanking you for the part you played.” 

Winnie licked Danny in the face again and it calmed something in his core. She was acting oddly like a service dog… “Panya said something about it being the Observants fault. I still don’t really get it.” 

Arawn nodded, and the genuine commiseration he felt from the man was comforting. “Today has been long for you, but keep in mind that you are family now. When you’re ready for the full story, just ask. I’m sure Panya will tell you what she remembers.” 

“Family,” Danny repeated quietly. “So quickly? So easily?” 

“Quickly? Perhaps. Not easily. You already had a bond with Clockwork and he was willing to fight for you. Panya’s decision, I can not speak on, but know this. Our fraid is small. Small but each of us fit. Panya knew in her core that you belong with us. I see no reason to doubt her.” 

Danny shuddered under the weight of his /Honesty/. “Do you think I’ll ever see my fraid again? My living fraid?” 

“Of course.” 

Danny looked up at him startled at how easily he answered. “Really?” 

Arawn’s smile was so steady and Danny was briefly distracted by wondering if his antlers were heavy. “You are young, Phantom. I imagine your fraid was as well. I have no doubts you will see them again.” 

“Do… you think they could learn to have some kind of… aptitude to be around me again?” 

“If they choose it, yes. Being close to death is not easy but it can be learned. If they are prepared for it mentally, it is very possible.” 

Danny felt himself smile too, something in his chest easing. Getting to see his friends again, knowing it was possible was a weight off his shoulders. Panya had said he could stay in contact with Jazz, but this felt different. Promising. 

“When that time comes, I will help them adjust if you want.” Arawn offered. 

“Thank you,” Danny said immediately, hugging Winnie still. Sloane and Keegan had inched closer too and he couldn’t help but rub their red ears. He’d have to read up on spectral dogs or something. Glancing up at Arawn, Danny thought he might have to read up on Celtic gods too. 

Awarn wasn’t just calm, he was casual with his acceptance. It wasn’t exactly the first thing he thought of when he thought of gods of the dead, but it’s not like ghosts were inherently evil either. 

“Feel better?” Arawn asked, looking pleased already. 

“A little, yeah,” Danny muttered, taking an unnecessary deep breath. “I have a ghost dog too. Well, he’s not really mine but he shows up to play fetch. Maybe i’m just his person.” 

“Tell me about him.” 

Danny’s smile grew. “His name is Cujo.” ~ *very loose interpretation of a celtic god

[princess-ibri]

Darkside Disney: Eilonwy

(Sorry, it's been a while again! Pushing through this burnout, might not be able to do all the Darkside Princesses people suggested in time for this years Halloween, but I will save them for next year if so!)

This version of Eilonwy lost Gurgi and Taran when the Horned King was able to throw Taran into the Cauldron after Gurgi jumped in to end the reanimation spell. The King escaped as his castle crumbled around him, and Eilonwy was left bereft of two of her new dearest friends.

Heartbroken at how unfair it was that her friends had lost their lives only for the Horned King to escape to plot another day, Eilonwy became determined to not only stop the Horned King for good, but to find a way to undo the deaths of Taran and Gurgi. The Cauldron holds them, the Cauldron can restore life, the Cauldron is the key to ending the Horned King, and Eilonwy is the one who holds the Cauldron now.

If she knew how to weild its power, she could have all she deserved, restitution, and revenge.

But for that, she would need to learn much more magic than the mere spark that lit her bauble.

And so, bidding fairwell to Fflewddur Fflam, who was too heartsick and old to quest anymore, Eilonwy traveled back to the one place she was sure could prepare her for confronting the Horned King, and show her the path to unlocking the Cauldron's secrets--the swamps of Morva.

But one does not enter an apprenticeship with the Witches of Morva and expect to walk out the same as they came.

And a heart full of sorrow and rage, and a determination to break the bonds of death itself, are dangerous things to bring within the sphere of the Cauldron's influence.

Eilonwy finds not only a fine education in the Dark Arts in Morva, but a powerful Patron as well. One who's powers when combined with her own promise to bring her to bring her all she seeks.

For the Cauldron is the tomb and prison of Arawn Death-Lord, and he is always seeking to be free. His last lieutenant, the Horned King, sought to keep his power for his own. But perhaps his new one will prove more worthy. She is already more valuable, as within her flows the blood of the old High King Gwydion, who bound Arawn's spirit within the Cauldron. Blood that could set him free at last, to rule again over all Prydain...

[alexanderlightweight]

Can you please write some thethers of fate malec i love them and Magnus's and arawn's dislike for each other

Also did Alec ever meet the lightwoods in this?

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i am so happy to pop back to his verse and delighted to write it! i'm glad they're enjoyed and you love the hate/dislike between them because it's very fun to write. alec met them briefly at pandemonium in one of the first parts but here is a bit more. he was not happy about them when he met them tbh

last part here. i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

tethers of fate

“You hate it when I interrupt your appointments, unless it’s already been planned that I’ll join.” Alec tilts his head, a soft smile on his lips because Magnus is already irritated by the remark, rolling his eyes with and air of indignation that he wears like a fur clock.  Luxurious and indolent and utterly decadent and Alec has no need for the beauty and wonders of the world when it is Magnus who is before him.  “Yet despite asking me to only listen in on this one, you look as sour as spoiled wine.”

For all that his father tests Alec’s love for natural beauty, Arawn has never managed to catch Alec’s attention with any great treasure of the universe. Not in any way that compares to Magnus’ face and the beauty of his features, the boldness of his golden eyes and the strength he never fails to carry with him like a second skin.

“I hate it because half of those imbeciles aren’t fit to look upon you and half the time because it never fails to remind me that I must spend my time on idiots rather than wrapped around you.” Magnus reaches for him and Alec goes, willingly and content because there is no place where he fits best than at Magnus’ side and in his grasp.

“And I hate this because it involves those idiot shadowhunters who insulted you in my own court.” A beat of memory lingers between them, enough for Alec’s ire to hatch and then Magnus continues, as if he hasn’t raised Alec’s hackles. “You’ll wear the headdress of course, it obscures your features enough that even the eyesight and runes of a nephilim won’t be able to see through it, though they shouldn’t be able to sense your presence at all.”

Alec responds by kissing the rest of Magnus' obvious statements away.

No reason to waste the remaining time they have before interruptions arrive.

—

“I want them gone, Magnus. Now.”

Alexander’s voice is low and furious and a message carried by a breeze only to Magnus’ ear.

Magnus doesn’t hesitate to weaken just enough of the ritual that the demon breaks free, even as the mundane stumbles and cries out with shock and pain and fear as Clarissa cries out for the foolish child in terror.

Alexander arrives as if summoned by the chaos in his own home. Kicking open the door and a moment later a spear keeps the demon from gutting the mundane as the shadowhunters finally kill it.

“I warned you, that it was a risk to use a mundane and now you’ve damaged him and lost your memories for good.” Magnus keeps his voice stern

“Then why didn’t you have him join!”  Clarissa points to Alexander, as if his presence is admittance to some kind of crime. “Why didn’t he help instead of hiding away?”

Alexander’s gleaming spear is the only thing that keeps the mundane breathing and considering that Magnus promised his beloved to not involve him in such things, it was a generosity they do not deserve.

Magnus’ patience snaps.

It had already frayed thin at the raw, angry urgency of Alexander’s command and now Magnus lets himself rage.

“My consort is not a battery to be used and abused by magic at the whim of those begging for my aide. You were told to bring another, specifically someone other than the mundane and it is not my job to supply them for you.  I already consented to sacrifice a memory of my own, simply as a necessary payment and you dare think you can demand another memory? Demand anything of the heart stolen from my body?”

Alexander gives a surprised, pleased hum at Magnus’ term of endearment for him, the reminder of what Alexander is to Magnus surely calming his boy’s ire.

“You’re lucky I let you live after the insult you’ve dealt him, twice now. I’ve killed far more important beings but it seems that your lives are worthless, even to yourself.  It will be your superiors I demand reparations from, not the children playing at leaders. After all, it seems your pride is the most important thing to all of you.” Magnus ignores the threats and complaints and useless barbs that he doesn’t even hear.

His need to have them gone hastening his actions and closing his ears.  It almost pains him to let them leave without further punishment and when they’re gone he wastes no time in changing the location of the loft. 

It’s important to secure it somewhere else and beneath the war-wards Magnus set up before this appointment. Magnus needs the security of defense, to ensure Alexander stays protected.

“What is it sayang?” Magnus asks gently when the wards settle around them and the windows show a different view of his city.

He tries carefully not to crack Alexander’s brittle hold and release the full avalanche of his love’s anger.

“She is kin by blood, but not by heart.” Alexander finally murmurs, a whisper of caution as if the words must be pried free loose from his tongue.  “Once I tell tad, he will vow me silent to even my own siblings and I must tell him soon.  There are rituals, oaths woven into my very blood and the power the realms imbued me with. I must speak with him before the little time on them left expires and he comes for me instead. Find out all you can about her, please Magnus? Not for sentiment, but security. I wish no bonds to be forged between us, I have plenty of siblings and the covenant between us is strong and bound in decades and centuries. I will disown her and those she bears blood with, before the dawn finishes rising in this realm.”

Magnus kisses him and Alexander surrenders to him with ease despite the impatience of Arawn that must gnaw at his boy’s bones.

“I will find out everything, darling. Just be safe and be thorough. Leave no tie un-snipped or thread unwoven. Unravel every claim they could ever lay on you and come back to me, always come back, Alexander.”

—

Arawn lets himself smile at the return of his favored child and he fondly ignores the sigh of relief the rest of his children give.

No care for his feelings, yet he feels nothing but fond exasperation for their antics. Regardless of whether or not they consider it smothering, Arawn has no intention of leaving any of his many children floundering without the weight of his affection and the protection of his attention.

However it does amuse him that the rest of the children are grateful for their brother rather than jealous. They greet him with love and affection, welcoming him back with true delight for they'd missed him and Alec disappears into the crowd of his siblings as he's doted upon and dotes affection in return.

When his child finally tangles free, it's with cheeks flushed with love and laughter both and yet a darkness lingers in his son's eyes and there is a swiftness to his movements as he slips free of his siblings arms.

For a moment Arawn feels a surge of irrational glee.

Perhaps that thrice damned warlock had finally broken something between them. Something that Arawn could rot until the roots between them soured and withered.

Alec's barely at his side when the full force of an oath binding the two in covenant hits them and Arawn knows what his son knows. Knows whose blood his child bears and who might dare to claim him and he dismisses court with his anger so deep it cracks the earth.

The ground shifts and roils, churning with his fervent desperation and the bone altar Alexander kneels upon is no mere decoration.

Arawn's seren, the little star piece that had been cast out amid the galaxies and Arawn had caught and raised and nurtured is in danger.

Blood is powerful if not properly counteracted and Arawn cuts deeply the boneblade into his own wrist to start the flow that he lets pour over the head of Alexander.

Seren.

Lost-child-of-dust-and-fate-rotted-bone-and-withered-cries-bound-by-oath-raised-by-vow.

Treasure of the Court.

Knight of the Shadows.

So many titles he had gifted his son and yet all could be unraveled by two names alone.

Lightwood.

Trueblood.

It is without hesitation that Arawn bleeds himself and anoints his son with royal blood, baptizing him with claim and when the wound trickles to slow drops, he calls forth his steed and offers his unmarked wrist.

Alexander makes no cry but his eyes are wounded, the fury that they've been pushed to this weakening his son with love that Arawn cherishes.

To be vulnerable for another is a sweet surrender of adoration and Arawn holds every tender moment between him and his children as a dragon clings to its hoard.

Blunt teeth dig far sharper than they should be capable into his wrist, tearing free is flesh and ripping muscle and sinew apart, busting veins and his seren closes his eyes, tilts back his head and opens his mouth and drinks freely from the fountain of lifeblood offered.

There's a moment where is all is well, the blood flows and the pain belongs to Arawn alone and then his steed lunges.

Plunges his antlers with a harsh, fierce certainty until the kneeling form of his son is impaled upon velvet points.

"Bleed truly, bleed fast my little shadow." Arawn prays with certainty and his own pain is but a fleeting misery compared to seeing the agony of the babe he raised. "Soon you will be free and unhindered by these ties."

—

AN:

alec is magically disowning/stripping himself free of any lingering claim the shadowhunters could possibly have on him and it's because it's really important that he do that for his own safety and protection and the protection of his family and kin and he really does not like shadowhunters and has plenty of family and is aware that he was willingly put in a faerie circle and that's pretty fucked up even if he was happy.

if his parents did know why would he wants to meet them or anything to do wit hthem? and if they didn't know then they clearly weren't good parents and he has a great tad. so fuck them.

arawn is very attached to his kids. a feral father if you will. a territorial tad and devoted dad okay i'll stop now lol.

names are important and ambiguous and arawn uses a lot of them for alec.

alec's spear shaft looks like crystal (he's not using arrows inside the house, it will leave holes in the wall) with a bone spearhead made from the ribcage over a shadow-wraith his father hunted. the crystal is a type of magically petrified food.

[thelegendborncycle]

Never realized Sel's initials foreshadowed him being the son of the Shadow King until I saw Tracy say she always knew she wanted his initials to be SK (or something like that)

[moondrunkteen]

Arawn, The White Fae

God of Death, The Otherworld, Hunting, The Subconscious Mind and Terror

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Mythology: Arawn embodies the cyclical nature of existence, particularly death and rebirth. He acts as a psychopomp, guiding souls to their final destination. He is a rustic god, drawn to the melancholic and marginalized, offering patronage to those grappling with despair and hunters. Though blunt and morbid, he values respect. Arawn is known as the Welsh Lord of Annwn, a blessed afterlife a realm of delights, eternal youth, and abundant food. He is a formidable and often feared deity, He is a powerful magician and master hunter. Arawn's realm, Annwn, is described in legends as an island, a kingdom beneath the sea, or underground, often associated with Arthurian Avalon. Arawn's time is connected to Autumn, marked by the baying of hounds and the migration of geese. His role as lord of the underworld is emphasized during Samhain, when spirits of the dead are believed to walk the earth.

Symbols

* Animals: Cwn Annwn, Wolves, Eels and White Horses

* Patron of: The Anxious, rulership, psychopomps, hunters, suicidal, the marginalized, dispossessed, unseelie faes and the dead.

* Divine Time: Midnight

* Planet: Pluto

Tarot Card: Death, Wheel of Fortune, The Tower, The Judgemeng, The Hermit and Six of Swords

Colors: Obsidian, White, Deep Red, Shadowy Grey

🎄Plants: Cypress, Yew, White Poppies and Hawthorne Blossom

Symbols of Arawn: White Horse, Obsidian Spear and Animal skull

Personality: a blend of ruthlessness, honorable, reasonable, and somewhat sadistic and a strong sense of justice, he helps with growth in a harsh way to stop out all blockage similar to Kali but more trickster like

Offerings to Arawn: Sandalwood Incense, Dark chocolate, Red wine, Apples,Game meat, Marcabe Poetry, Pinecones, Animal bones or skulls and symbols of endings or transformation (e.g., shed snake skin)

Connecting with him can be done through spending time in forests as liminal spaces and through sleep with incenses at sleep(frankincense, dragon's blood, cedar, mugwort, sage and hawthorne)

Devotional Acts

☠️Devotional Acts:

Drink White Tea to bond with him

Collect Skulls or Trophies of Victory

Facing fears in shadow work

Expressions of respect for the deceased and visit graves offering solace to the grieving

Read into Macrabe works

Hunting while respecting the hunt and the animals taken to death

Play King of the Hill before "Beltane Burning🔥"

Communication with people who have passed on

rely on your intuition

take time before making an important decision about the future

Understanding death energy is important when working with him.

Reflection on death energies and shadow work can be easier during winter months with his help

[alterlest]

𓃶 What Is The Wild Hunt?

The Wild Hunt is a common belief among many Northern European cultures. In short, the hunt is a cavalcade of ghosts, spirits, fairies, elves, and other spiritual beings that is said to sweep across our world every year. Depending on where your beliefs come from, when it happens will differ.

It is commonly believed that the leader of The Wild Hunt is a deity or figure of importance of some kind, such as Odin/Woden in Norse and Saxon traditions, or King Arthur in British lore. Other leaders of the hunt include but are not limited to:

𖤓 Arawn or Gwyn ap Nudd, commonly seen as the Welsh lords of Annwn

𖤓 Danish king Valdemar Atterdag

𖤓 The Norse dragon slayer Sigurd

𖤓 Biblical figures like Cain, Gabriel, Herod and the devil

𖤓 Gothic king Theodoric the Great

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𓃶 What Did People Do For The Wild Hunt?

The Wild Hunt was generally seen as a bad omen; one for destruction, famine, war, plague, or the death of the one who saw it. In many traditions, witnessing the hunt would result in the viewer being abducted to Otherworld or Underworld. Other times, those who were not protected would have their souls pulled from their bodies while they sleep, and they would join the menagerie of the dead.

To avoid this fate, people in Wales, for example, began the tradition of carving pumpkins as a way to avoid being taken by the fae. In Scandinavia, offerings like bread were put outside the home as an offering to the spirits joining Odin for the hunt.

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𓃶 When is The Wild Hunt?

Depending on where your beliefs stem from, there are various answers to this question.

In Britain, The Wild Hunt is associated with the autumn season, specifically around and on Samhain/The Autumn Equinox.

Scandinavian tradition tells us that they prepared for the hunt around December, specifically Yule/The Winter Equinox.

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𓃶 What Entities Are A Part of the Wild Hunt?

Many entities are associated with the Wild Hunt in different areas. These entities include but are not limited to:

𖤓 The Fae (The Sidhe, The Tlywyth Teg, etc)

𖤓 Spirits of the Dead

𖤓 Demons

𖤓 Valkyries

𖤓 The Spirits of Huntsmen or Nobles

𖤓 Horses (sometimes with an abnormal amount of legs)

𖤓 Wolves and dogs (sometimes spiritual in nature, i.e. the Cwn Annwn)

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