#Kelpie Dark

[oliviarampaige]

“Näcken”

Day 10 - Black Lagoon

The water sings and calls.

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Crow by Runandwine

[madcat-world]

GoWR: Kelpie (1 of 3) - Bjorn Hurri

[adventuresofalgy]

It had been a wild and stormy night, and Algy had had great difficulty clinging on to the tree in which he had chosen to sleep, waking frequently in the darkness as the wind howled and the branches thrashed all around him, and the sleet and snow turned to drenching rain which soaked his feathers.

And from time to time he had heard eerie, eldritch sounds from the direction of the lochan; strange sounds that he did not recognise but which caused his feathers to shiver and shake involuntarily… But he had hugged his magic pumpkin lantern as tightly as he could while perching on a trembling branch, and hoped for the best. And when the morning eventually arrived, Algy found that all was well, and the landscape had been transformed into a thing of beauty once again, for the Atlantic storm had brought a great change in the weather, with much milder air sweeping in from across the great ocean on strong winds, to blow the menacing clouds away and melt the snow.

Hopping down to the ground, Algy surveyed the lochan carefully, but he could see nothing out of the ordinary. Deciding that he must simply have been imagining things, as a fluffy bird is apt to do during a disturbed and sleepless night, he was about to set off on his journey once again when a raven happened to pass by. "I'd no' bide there if I was you," it croaked, as it flew overhead. "Do you no' ken there's a kelpie in yon lochan, you daft bird…"

A kelpie! A shiver shook Algy's feathers again. The lochan was lovely to look at in the morning light, but he recalled the fearful noises he had heard in the darkness and resolved to move on hurriedly, before the day faded into night yet again…

I’m feared o’ the road ayont the glen, I’m sweir to pass the place Whaur the water’s rinnin’, for a’ fowk ken There’s a kelpie sits at the fit o’ the den, And there’s them that’s seen his face. But whiles he watches an’ whiles he hides And whiles, gin na wind manes, Ye can hear him roarin’ frae whaur he bides An’ the soond o’ him splashin’ agin’ the sides O’ the rocks an’ the muckle stanes. When the mune gaes doon at the arn-tree’s back In a wee, wee weary licht, My bedclaes up to my lugs I tak, For I mind the swirl o’ the water black An’ the cry i’ the fearsome nicht.

Which translates from Scots into standard English roughly as follows:

I’m afraid of the road on the other side of the glen, I’m reluctant to pass the place Where the water’s running, for all folk know There’s a kelpie sits at the foot of the ravine And there’s those who have seen his face. Sometimes he watches and sometimes he hides And sometimes, if no wind moans, You can hear him roaring from the place where he dwells And the sound of him splashing against the sides Of the rocks and the great stones. When the moon goes down at the alder tree’s back In a wee, wee miserable light, My bedclothes up to my ears I take, For I remember the swirl of the black water And the cry in the terrifying night.

[Algy is thinking of the first three verses of the poem The Kelpie by the late 19th/early 20th century Scottish writer Violet Jacob.]

[dushpshpsh]

Something incomprehensible and rare, like albino unicorns Fanart on Beast: The Primordial

[prinz-vassago]

Colored sketch commission for @secretagent9

[aodhan-art]

A landscape with two kelpies

[keykidpilipili]

Hmmm I wonder if Arthur's 'specialness' has something with Shubby and since she got paradoxed into non existence, its origin can longer be perceived by Kayne but it still remains. The same way the Dark Young and info on her persist.

[explicette]

[friendrat]

Pretty kelpie... Dark Water has some really pretty panels.

[oliviarampaige]

“The Poisoned Glen”

Day 14 - Castle

Old Church of Dunlewey

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Kelpie by Тайга

[x-letsbreaksomerules-x]

did i make a durge whose wildshape is a horse? yeah.

[madcat-world]

GOW:R - Kelpie (1 of 3) - Bjorn Hurri

[kelpie-writes]

My writing partner and I are working on TDP again. Pipe's been revamped, we've added characters, we've added plotlines, and it's miles better than it was a month ago. I'm going a little insane, I hope we start writing the screenplay soon and truly nail down the plot and worldbuilding. This is something I think about so often I actually go insane.

[artmadebysana]

The Golden Thread - Nasha

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"Your heart seems elsewhere, child." Her grandmother's voice, sharp as her gaze, cut through her reverie.

"Is it so visible?" Nasha asked, a half-smile fleeting across her lips.

"Only to eyes that have seen many summers come and go," her grandmother replied, her look softening.

Nasha wandered past the garden, hands reaching out to caress the petals of wildflowers. She plucked them gently, gathering a bouquet, each color representing wishes for the future.

Under an oak, girls from the village gathered, their laughter as bright as the ribbons they wove into each other's braids. They spoke of suitors and promises, of weddings that would soon take place.

"Come join us, Nasha!" one called, a bloom of excitement in her cheeks.

Nasha paused, her fingers closing around the stems in her hand. The pull of expectation tugged at her, yet she remained rooted to the spot.

"Perhaps another time," she called back, her voice steady.

She watched for a moment longer before she turned away.

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