#perytons

[owlmoss]

"I wonder why our data keeps getting contaminated?"

Inspired by a story about microwave signals messing with telescope data shared by @/delta-orionis and their recent creation scholar's quarters. Check it out, it's stellar.

Either way - one more piece about ancients, huzzah

[clovercoin]

Constellation Peryton

A peryton tasked with the job of guiding the stars across the sky every night. Sometimes they try to slip away so he can use his antlers to carry them back. This adopt has been sold. AJD . ART

[claypigeonpottery]

guess what I did today?

the celestial peryton vase! that blue will be very dark and the aurora should show up brightly 🤞🏼

after carving the perytons, I covered the piece in wax, then carved the aurora through the wax. I painted underglaze over the aurora to give it some bright green, and when I wiped the excess colour away. the wax protected everything underneath. that pottery technique is called mishima

kinda wish I’d recorded it as an actual video and not just a timelapse, it goes just a little too fast imo

[littledeadling]

Perytons follow the Difference by its taste: like smoke, like fog, like a chill on the horizon.

[a-cold-day-in-pentagram-city]

Alastor would love the perytons from “Codex Inversus”.

Two creatures of the Floating Plains of Emuna

He’d adopt one as a pet, name her “Daisy”, and feed her only the tastiest and most succulent of Sinners.

“Who’s my precious baby girl? You are, you are!” He’d coo; as the mutant cervine abomination uses her unnaturally sharp teeth and freaky arm-antlers to tear a still-screaming demon to bloody shreds.

“”Don’t wander alone or the peryton will catch you!” is a common phrase to scare children of the Angelic Unison to behave. But the Peryton is not just a bogeyman but an actual predator nesting on the floating island of Emuna.

The legends say Perytons were angelic creatures twisted into abominations by the Lord of Chaos or the Archdevils during the Cosmic War. Philologists of the Scriptures and natural philosophers concur with the myths in that the Perytons didn’t emerge organically from the Collapse but that some divine being meddled with them at some point.

The main sign of an external force shaping them is their ability to cast elaborate spells: their weird hand-antlers and devious intellects seem too complex not to be designed, as their repertoire of incantations is too sophisticated not to be taught.

The perytons nest on some of the high-floating islands untouched by humans. They soar looking for prey and dive to grab them with their talons. The shape of their massive wingspan would give them away, but they can change their shape with magic, blurring it to appear as a passing cloud or disguising it as an innocent sparrow flock. Contrary to predatory birds, the perytons don’t lift their victim but pin it to the ground, devouring them on the spot. They are messy eater, leaving carcasses and a pool of blood: this is because they use the rest of their feast as a signal to other perytons. The horrid spectacle of visceras is a way to mark their territory and attract mates.

In winter perytons settle for small prey, like rabbits or partridges, leaving the snow stained red. In spring, the males will look for bigger prey, usually calves or foals: they will create crude illusions and vague shadows to lure or scare their victims into the perfect position. The male perytons will then attack and kill, spreading the interiors of the poor beast as a macabre display. The females, clinging to the bottom of the floating island, assist and judge the grueling spectacle, choosing their partner based on their viciousness. Males can never be sure to have an audience, since perytons attached to the rocks can use their hand-antles to cast camouflaging spells. Perytons, both male and female, are extremely territorial and jealous, fighting for their mate or hunting spot to the death.

Peryton couple last three years, the time for their young to mature, and after that they become bitter rivals again. When a couple has cubs they take some prey alive to their nests, a way to teach their younglings the art of dismemberment. Perytons rarely target humans, but it has happened and some people have even been brought to their nests. The handful of them that survived did so throwing themselves off the floating islands, preferring a deth by fall than under the sadistic fangs of a peryton family.

The perytons once were beautiful winged stags, who watched over the pure of heart, showing themselves to them for encouragement and help. Now they are creatures of deceit, looking to pure hearts just to eat them.”

[the-unicorns-of-nienna]

This beautiful bird is named Blueberry!

And this heavenly hind is called Snow Cone!

I admit: I’m not usually a fan of the uplifted wing animation, since it honestly looks unnatural on most horses. But I think it suits Snow Cone surprisingly well.

[weaselbeaselpants]

Related to my last reblog from decolonize the left but....why is it native American mythologies' get to have all the creepy deer monsterthings? I'm not saying North America doesn't have cool deer that are scary as shit it's just deer are kind of all over the world and terrifying and why is it when we only talk about deer-monsters it has to be in the context of the w*nd*go?? ((which, again, aren't even deer things in their og descriptions they're horrifying but they aren't deer))

Perytons from Argentinian mythology are pretty winged deer that also shapeshift and eat people. No really.

I'm sure the Norse have all sorts of disturbing mythos based on their red deer like the one that guards Yggdrasil (norse experts feel free to roast me for not remembering the name of the stag).

Honest thought but are people maybe confusing w*nd*gos with deer-women? That's seriously the only Indigenous American thing I can think of that makes and big mention of deer at all, horror or not. And even then I think it's best to just stay clear and away from Native cultures when you aren't native yourself.

[leastfriend]

All of you saying “oh, how majestic! How beautiful! Elder gods!” about every peryton you see have clearly never had to get a nesting brood out of a shed. It’s all filtered instagram photos and artsy mood boards of that one famous shot of the one on the hill until momma is hissing at you because you had the gall to think you might get some gardening done now that spring has arrived

Majestic my ass. You ever seen what a peryton can do to a car?  I damn near died when one nailed us on the freeway. Had to clean shit off the windshield and my pants.