If Requests Are Open Could You Do Blinkies Inspired By Vulture Culture, Cemeteries, Or Crows?

Zephyr’s bad day.

A small taste of the 8 page pitch for my new series i’m planning.

“never eating a chip after midnight again”

Day 1: Crow / Werewolf prompt list

Valravn commission from earlier this year for Ruk_Eldr I love just being let loose on a character

Last catch-up #inktober for the night, then I’m off to bed. Day 26 is a Valraven, which is a danish raven who drinks the blood of fallen warriors. There were some interesting interpretations for these creatures and the most popular story about them sort of tells of a valraven transforming into a Knight after he is given an offering of a woman’s child in exchange of helping her find her husband lost at war. A bit reflective of the times I think… so I took a more winged man with raven wings and a raven headdress. #inktober #valraven #folklore #danishfolklore https://www.instagram.com/p/B4JmBR5B2Ak/?igshid=fojnvr10zz9o

Scandinavian tales and creatures

Valravn are created when a raven eats the heart of a warrior who was slain in battle. The raven gains the knowledge of the warrior and the ability to shift into human form. These creatures perform malicious acts such as tricking people and leading them astray.

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“Ok so tell me - WHY WOULD YOU PISS HIM OFF!?”

OC Muse: Valdhaern

Image Credit: Thevan and the raven monster by ptitvink

Valdhaern. Many have heard the name of this man-turned-raven, or was he a raven-turned-man? No one truly knows, but no one truly dares to ask. All they know is that he is a man with the trappings of a monster. Valdhaern is rumored to be first of the Valravn, carrion birds of Hel herself that scour the world of the living to devour the flesh of fallen warriors, kings, and lords alike. The life of a Valravn, a raven of the slain, is one of endless hunger and wanting, a wanting that can never be sated.

Valdhaern, first of the Valravn, is one stricken with the most grievous of hunger; not for flesh, blood, or death. But for love. In life, Valdhaern was a loving husband, and his wife Leile was bearing their first child. One night, however, a shriek awoke Valdhaern from his sleep, and awoke to the horrifying sight of his wife, stomach torn open, and her child consumed by ravens. Crying in outrage, he’d chase the carrion birds away, but to no avail. His beloved Leile and child were long dead.

Storming into the night, Valdhaern begged and cried for a release from the inevitable grief that’d settle in. However, fate was malicious to his desires, and as the ravens flocked to his body, they did not consume him, but rather cloaked him in their bodies. Clothes turned to a feathery cloak, skin turned grey and leathery, his face elongating to a ravenous beak, and fingernails turned to sharp, crooked claws. He was now the first of the Valravn. Neither man nor raven. And his hunger is forever the bottomless void in his heart that cries out for a beloved one once more.

Zephyr has a really bad day.