#shadow hunters kin

[katlynthecat]

a lot of my favorite fandoms have small similarities

[jayietheriverwarrior]

This is the final, illustrated frame for the video I just finished, my "What is Kintown" animatic/storyboard, which you can find here: What is Kintown? - an AVOS Warrior Cats animatic (youtube.com)

This is something I started working on back in March, put down for several months, and then picked back up a week or two ago. I saw a production of Urinetown earlier this year, and it was fantastic as always, but this time something sparked in my brain about the uncertainty over cats leaving the Kin and disappearing and no one knows what happens to them, and the uncertainty over what actually happens to the townspeople sent to Urinetown, and this musical does not get nearly enough love and attention, so I figured a fun Warriors animatic to this song wouldn't hurt, and it was a lot of fun to work on. :D

The drawing itself features a joyful Twigpaw and Violetpaw embracing with joy at the realization that Darktail is dead, the Kin is gone, and they are finally free. Hawkwing looks on with love, joy, and pride at his daughters, and the ghost of Needletail looks on, happy that her friend is finally free, but a bit sad that she can't be with her for this moment. I'm pretty proud of how it turned out. :D

God I hope the song name doesn't give people the wrong idea, I got a few weirded-out reactoins when I told people what I was working on, but it's a good song and a good musical dangit, it won Tonys! XD

I know it's really rough and sketchy but god this is a four-minute long video and there was absolutely no way I was going to finish anything that long without simplifying the drawings a lot. At least the ending should help make up for that. ;)

I hope you all enjoy it, and if you found this song fun, you should definitely check out the rest of the show!

(Also if anyone catches the reference I snuck in with a certain character and their accessory I will be very happy XD)

[jayfrost-designs]

Yep. XD I had her on the list to design a bit further down the line, but after realizing only days before it came out that there was going to be a new Legend of Zelda game to play, and then playing it for several days and super loving it, I just had to finally design the cat named after my favorite video game series. So here's the last drawing I have to upload in this batch, it's Zelda the kittypet, aka Violetshine's first girlfriend. XD

You can find the reverse side of her design here.

For her physical description, Zelda is described as a plump she-cat with a glossy pelt. I basically went all-in on making this girl as Zelda-like as possible while still staying realistic. She has a lovely regal look to her, a lovely thick coat, and long ear tufts to resemble Zelda's long, pointed Hylian ears. XD She has a scar on her leg from the first battle with RiverClan, where she was described as having a huge gash on one hind leg, the other scars are from that battle, the fight to drive the Kin out of RiverClan's camp, and the final battle against the Kin.

Her collar is of course a reference to the game character she's named after, if her owners are nerds (affectionate) enough to name their cat after a video game character, of course they're gonna get a collar that's as pink as Zelda's dress with a Triforce tag. XD The Triforce colors and the collar color are both color-grabbed from screenshots of the games, mostly OOT. Her collar is sparkly, hence the little dot/sparkle effects.

For her pattern, Zelda is just described as a tabby. I was definitely inspired by her wiki design as a very pale cream point tabby, but also a sort of golden point tabby felt very fitting for the golden-haired Zelda. I see a lot of fan artists giving her green eyes, which surprised me as most of Zelda's designs in the games have her with blue eyes, though she does have sort of teal-green eyes in BOTW and TOTK. Anyway, I always associated her with blue eyes, so that's what I gave kitty Zelda.

I sort of based her forehead markings on the Hyrule crest, but only loosely, she's not some magical cat who was somehow born with the perfect markings of a video game symbol, she's just a regular cat with realistic markings that happen to somewhat resemble it - she does have three triangle markings on her head, though, which is a nod to the Triforce. Also, I guess Vi has a thing for red-based point tabbies, given her later mate, and with the blue eyes Zelda looks a bit like her son Rootspring. XD

Overall, I'm really happy with how she turned out. :D Now that I'm done uploading all these, I can go back to playing Echoes of Wisdom. XD

[transmoonpaw]

based Loki on the weird guy that lives in my house

[nickelbag610-blog]

Onestar and Darktail Official Figures

[my-names-kris]

I AM... AT ALDI'S

[lascivuscorvus-warriors]

Sleekwhisker!

Struggled with her color Palette terribly and I'm still not 100% satisfied

[otterwisp]

Beenose. She look alots like bees which fit her.

If your request still open available could you do beenose design please? :] the same cat gossip to sleekwhisker and needletail when they were apprentices in clan gathering?

two reqs for her! :]

[thyras]

→ dark!reader masterlist

PAIRING → mairon | halbrand | annatar (sauron) x f!elf!reader

WARNINGS → 18+ mdni - dark!reader, mentions of abuse, pregnancy, smut, dark themes, manipulation, murder, mentions of blood, possessiveness

SUMMARY → in which you have spent ages with your beloved husband and carved a life out for you both, even if it may lead you down an irredeemable path toward despair and destruction.

In the First Awakening, when the stars were young and the light of the Valar shone pure, a maiden was brought forth, fair beyond mortal ken. Her hair was spun like the finest strands of silk weaving, and her eyes were set with the light of Eä itself, kindled from the stars that Varda had strewn across the heavens. Her skin glowed like the first light of Ithil upon the world, for Ilúvatar himself had fashioned her, giving her the grace of the Valar, yet with a spirit of unknown depth.

In time, she bore a child—a child whose beauty struck awe and unease in the hearts of the Elves, who whispered that her spirit held a shadowed aspect. They feared her as they feared the night, and some spoke in hushed voices that she was wrought not by the hand of Eru alone, but by the dark forces that lurked, unseen, in the depths. For a purpose shrouded in mystery and woe, it was said, had woven her spirit.

When Oromë, great hunter of the Valar, found her people, he drew them forth with words of light, but when he beheld her, he turned aside. At the pleas of her mother, who implored his mercy, he spoke in solemn prophecy, saying, “This child was fashioned in love, yet bears the mark of shadow. Sorrow and ruin shall follow in her steps; she is not counted among my beloved Eldar.” So it was that her mother went into the West, grieving deeply, leaving her child to grow under the twilight’s hold.

In those days, the maiden’s heart darkened further, though surrounded by the praise of her new kin, who marveled at her beauty. Yet her spirit grew chill, filled with bitterness toward the Valar, until the allure of the Moriquendi path ensnared her wholly, and in the dark she became enmeshed, bound in heart and thought to the shadow’s deep call.

Far away in Angband, a dark being stirred. He felt the lure of the shadow growing within her, the darkness that had woven itself into her soul. She, who was fair as starlight yet rotten with hate, would not find her place in Aman but would suit his own grand purpose. And though his desire burned, he withheld himself, for patience was his art. And in the fullness of time, his waiting would be repaid, for she would be his Queen.

. . . p a r t s ( c h r o n o l o g i c a l ) 🌋 → smut

your divine 🌋 → you have been sauron's betrothed since the days of old, his faithful servant. you spend your days carrying out his plans in Eregion, but with each passing century, you long for your husband's awaiting arms until one day you finally get your wish. the bearer of fruits 🌋 → after your husband’s departure of Eregion, you are left hollowed and sorrowed. you find solace in your work and planting your seeds until an unexpected visitor shows up at the gates of Eregion.

[novaursa]

My request: Roose Bolton x Stark!reader

Following the events of the Red Wedding, the reader’s life is spared and she is taken by Roose as his unwilling bride.

Bride of the Dreadfort

Requests are closed!

- Summary: You survive the Red Wedding, but for a great cost.

- Paring: stark!reader/Roose Bolton

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

Your body aches, a dull and relentless reminder of what happened at the Twins. The memory of the Red Wedding is fresh, a nightmare you relive every time your eyes close. You remember the sound of swords unsheathing, the screams of your kin as they were cut down, and the sudden, sharp pain of the spear that drove through your side.

Now, you’re here. Somewhere deep within the Dreadfort, the cold stone walls press in around you like a prison. You lay on a bed of furs, though no amount of warmth can chase away the chill that seeps into your bones. The wound from the spear has been stitched, but the pain lingers, gnawing at you with every breath. You are not dead, though there were moments when you wished you were. Instead, you are alive and bound to the man who betrayed your family, the one who slaughtered your brother and mother without a second thought—Roose Bolton.

The door creaks open, and you instinctively tense. You don’t need to look to know it’s him. Roose moves like a shadow, his presence quiet yet oppressive. His pale eyes lock onto you as he enters the room, as cold and unfeeling as the stone walls that surround you.

“You’re healing well,” his voice is calm, measured, as if he’s discussing the weather. There’s no emotion in his words, no sign of remorse for what he’s done.

You don’t respond. You haven’t spoken a word to him since he took you from the Twins. What could you say? That he’s a monster? That you’ll never forgive him? He knows that already, and you know he doesn’t care.

Roose steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours. He watches you like a hunter watching prey, his eyes calculating, always assessing. His hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch makes your skin crawl, and you flinch away, but there’s no escape from him. Not here.

“You will be my wife,” he says, his voice so calm it’s almost soothing, though the words themselves send a shiver down your spine. “You will bear me a son, and we will unite the North under House Bolton.”

Your stomach churns at the thought, but you keep your face still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear. You want to scream, to tell him you’ll never be his, that you’ll die before you give him what he wants, but the words remain trapped in your throat. What good would they do? Roose is not a man swayed by emotion or pleas.

Instead, you meet his gaze, defiance burning in your chest. “You’ll never have me,” you manage, your voice hoarse from disuse but steady.

Roose’s lips curl into a faint smile, though it never reaches his eyes. “You will come to understand, in time,” he says, stepping back as if the matter is already decided. “I don’t need your love. Only your obedience.”

The door closes behind him with a soft thud, leaving you alone in the suffocating silence. You let out a shaky breath, your hand clutching the fur beneath you as if it could anchor you to something real, something other than this nightmare. The walls of the Dreadfort feel like they’re closing in on you, the weight of your new reality pressing down on your chest.

But you are a Stark of Winterfell, and no matter what he does, no matter how much he tries to break you, you will not bow to him. You are stronger than that. You have to be—for your family, for the North, for the memory of everyone who died at the Twins. You won’t let Roose Bolton win. Not now, not ever.

The days pass in a blur of pain and quiet defiance. Roose visits you often, his presence always cold, always calculated. He speaks of the future, of his plans for the North, but you never respond. You won’t give him that. You hold onto your silence like a weapon, refusing to let him into your thoughts, into your soul.

But Roose is patient, and his patience is more terrifying than his cruelty. He doesn’t force you, doesn’t demand your affection or your submission. He waits, knowing that time is on his side, knowing that in the Dreadfort, the cold and the isolation will wear you down.

You wonder how long you can hold out. How long before the weight of your situation crushes you? But then you think of your father, of your mother, of Robb, and you remind yourself that you are a Stark. You were born in the cold, forged in the heart of winter. And winter never yields.

No matter what Roose Bolton does, no matter how many walls he builds around you, you will not break. Not for him. Not for anyone.

[jayietheriverwarrior]

This girl's been needing an updated sheet for a while since I gave her a new design for the AVOS design challenge, and now I've finally gotten around to it. So here's the new and improved Needletail!

You can find the reverse side of her design here.

For her physical description, Needletail is described a a sleek, lithe she-cat with a long body, a thick tail, and a small nose. I went with longer, spiky fur for her this time, which I think fits her name really well, and it gives her that sort of wild appearance that suits her personality and story. She's got her father's skinny build and long body and her mother's shorter smaller stature (sort of the inverse of Sunbeam actually).

For her pattern, Needletail is described as a silver-gray she-cat with white chest fur, a gray nose, and green eyes. I basically just used the patter and colors I gave her in the AVOS challenge, and I think it's a really good look on her.

Overall, I'm really happy with how she turned out.

[callooopie]

Bloodborne Hunter!Davos would consist of…

Just go out and kill a few beasts. It’s for your own good. You know, it’s just what hunters do! — Gehrman, The First Hunter // Bloodborne

..Gurl what is this? Idk either man I thought I cooked something different.. anyways important! This is formatted like a wiki page for the Bloodborne wiki (fextralife my ride or die). So if format is strange it’s bc I was trying to go with this Wikipedia style. I’m trying something new I’m sorry I’ll be back to the regularly scheduled program soon 😭😭😭 but if people like this style 👀👀👀…. Tarnished!Jacaerys .. stay tuned..

— shit.. you were really having trouble with this game and this questline… time to look up the wiki —

Davos, Bloody Hunter is an NPC in Bloodborne.

“A peculiar young man with the smell of blood permeating from him. What could he want?”

— Davos information

Can become hostile if attacked. However attacking and subsequently killing ends his quest line prematurely and you do not receive the items Bracken blood vial or Blood Gem Ring

An NPC that appears throughout the map wherever you are in the story. His quest line moves along with your story progression up until Byrgenwerth. The ending of his quest is in Old Yharnam at the Church of the Good Chalice.

Drops: if killed, will give 9000 blood echoes and Davos’s Shotel. Although this weapon can also be obtained upon quest completion

— Location

Can first be found after the Father Gascoigne fight if you return to the Hunter’s Dream and return back to the Tomb of Oedon lantern. He will be leaning against the large statue in the middle of the area right next to the lantern. Upon your first encounter he will gift you 5x quicksilver bullets.

> can be summoned before the Vicar Amelia fight. Enter the grand cathedral and look to your right immediately.

— Associated quest

Meet him at his first location. Respond with the option I’m not a Bracken, and he will remain cordial and see you as an ally. Choose the other option and he will attack you on sight and must be killed. Continuing with the first response, he will ask you to aid in his cause. Respond I will, and he will give you 5x quicksilver bullets. Choose I will not, and he will remain at his first location.

Note: if you choose I will not and continue in story progression, but come back and say I will, his quest line will not work.

Continuing after accepting his quest, Davos will appear near every major lantern throughout the map. After each required boss is killed, he will spawn after returning to the Hunter’s Dream and then returning back to the boss area lantern.

— Dialogue

upon first meeting after the Father Gascoigne fight

“Hm? Oh, a fellow hunter are you? Smelling of blood and a crazed look in your eyes, you might just be my type. Unless you’re a Bracken.. are you?”

responding “I am not”

“Ahh, good good. I’d have killed you where you stood if you said yes. Haha—not laughing are you? Shame, the ladies always said I was funny.”

“I suppose I ought to give you an answer for my behavior earlier. Firstly, I am Davos. When not skinning beasts alive in the streets—I’m hunting Brackens. Have you heard of them? A cursed, vile family. Stole land from my kin, according to family legends. Although… that was so long ago..”

next meeting, inquire about the Old Blood after the Vicar Amelia fight

“Old Blood? Bah—load of fantastical falsities if you ask me. I do not care to drink my fill of dubious liquids unless it is gin that burns your throat. How am I a hunter then? Well heheh.. you don’t need to be a part of the church to be a hunter of something…”

upon asking about Brackens

“Ugh—why do you wish to know about those fools? They have scorned my family for generations.. or so I was told by my father. How can I do it? They are like beasts.. something vile and dangerous, surely they are all evil. That line is cursed.. surely...”

after the fight with the Shadows of Yharnam, before the lantern near Byrgenwerth

“You know where you’re heading next? Byrgenwerth up ahead? You’ve heard little about it? Hm.. perhaps Gehrman is losing his grip then—..how do I know him? Ahaha.. a tale for another time.”

upon interacting with him again

“Ah—why am I here? I’m on the trail of.. something. Can’t say if it’s a real lead or anything. But the trip won’t be in vain, I got to talk to you at least, haha.”

Coming upon Hemwick Charnal Lane, speaking with Davos at the lantern.

“Oh, it’s you again. Surprised you’re here.. it’s a little out of the way, no? What am I doing? ..tracking some prey, nothing to worry your pretty head about. I can almost smell his fear, his blood. Maybe I’m lost in the head already, ha!”

Interacting with him again

“Still here? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were in love with me. Haha... Say—what if you join me on this hunt? Our quarry’s running off to Old Yharnam from what I can tell. A caged rat, that’s what it’ll be.”

“Oh—one more thing I suppose. I found this in one of those shops broken into. Thought you might like it—unless you’re not the type for jewelry that is! There’s of course no foul in saying no but…”

choosing the option of taking the ring

“…really? Oh.. I—I did not expect such a swift response. You have made me a happy man my love, haha. What does it mean? Ah—you’re a foreigner here in Yharnam aren’t you? Then I shan’t ruin my own fun and tell you now that’s for sure!”

upon finding him at the Church of the Good Chalice

“Damn! ..he put up a fight actually.. that mucker.. h-ah hah.. don’t worry about me love. Just a flesh wound, as hunters would say. If I could still dream… oh what does it matter… I’m a goner regardless.”

interacting with him again

“..H-Here.. take my.. weapon. I’ll have no use for it anymore. Finally, that dogged bloodline is no m-more. If only.. I could seemingly live.. to enjoy that thought.. Curses—a shame.. I won’t get to hear your voice anymore eh? Here.. take this too, drink it—savor the taste. Bracken blood—sweeter than wine. Or maybe sweeter than you, would you agree heheh? ….”

— Lore

A strange character, who continues his familial feud against the once-noble family of the Brackens even during a hunt. From what is gleaned from his dialogue and item descriptions throughout the game, Davos was once a church hunter. Younger than his compatriots, but a swift learner and a deadly force. He was once able to dream, much like the player and other hunter NPCs like Eileen The Crow. A description from his attire reads: “Hunter attire of Davos, Bloody Hunter. Lightweight and darkened fabrics suggest that Davos learned his own techniques from The First Hunter. It’s said Gehrman took a liking to his most recent and final student. Although banished him from the Dream upon learning about an irreparable truth.”

Davos seemed to be a good hunter however despite his transgressions. The item description of his weapon reads: “Trick weapon of Davos, Bloody Hunter. Pulling back your arm and casting it activates a mechanism that launches the blade at an enemy with a sharp steel rope and can thus be used to hook an enemy to pull them closer. A masterpiece of workshop craftsmanship, and could only be wielded by an individual of unquestionable skill and talent.”

And from what players can gather through exhausting his dialogue it seems Davos had intentionally sought out those aligned or a part of the noble house of Bracken and killed them. This in turn however tarnished his reputation as a hunter, and he was exiled from the Hunter’s Dream. Davos is also implied to be blood-drunk from his actions of killing innocent people. The description for his head gear states: “A worn down Hunter’s hat with bandages hastily tied around the top to secure it to one’s head. The bandage that goes around the eye would be able to hide the unseemly look of a blood-drunk hunter, concealing the collapsed pupil behind the fabric.”

From the item description of the ring he gives the player, it seemed Davos had become romantically inclined toward the player and decided to bestow a marriage proposal to them—although with our hunter being a foreigner; the true meaning of the ring was lost on them. This seems to not displease Davos however, as his dialogue laughs and teases about it. The description reads: “A golden ring fitted with a blood stone gem and a worn off house sigil on the inside of the ring. Given by Davos, Bloody Hunter. In Yharnam, this would be considered a proposal or courting strategy for wealthy young nobles to win over the one who had caught their eye.”

— aw fuck.. now you gotta get to NG+ to do his quest right.. time to get back on the grind you suppose.. —

[jayfrost-designs]

Time for some new ref sheets! Sorry for the lack of art lately, I bought the newest Zelda game "Echoes of Wisdom" the day it came out and it has been consuming my life. XD But I did have a few drawings queued up from before I started playing it, and I made one new one to celebrate the game, so I figured I had enough to justify posting a new batch. ^^ Up first is Coriander, the Horseplace cat! I wanted to design her kits since they were the last currently-living cats beside the lake that I hadn't designed yet, so I designed her first so I could base her kits' looks off of her.

You can find the reverse side of her design here.

Coriander has no physical description given other than her pattern, so I came up with my own for her. I always pictured her as rather lithe and sleek, with a nice medium pelt, so that's what I went with. Only a few scars for her as she does live outside but isn't a warrior going constantly into battle or anything.

For her pattern, Coriander is described as a tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with amber eyes. I really like the calico pattern I came up with for her, I think it suits her really well and looks really cool.

Overall, I'm really happy with how this turned out.

[transmoonpaw]

Sleekwhisker (technically wasn’t requested by anon but I wanted to design her and needle anyway lol)

edit: SHE IS ALSO based on Gerard way lol-

[lostlosersclub]

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

•hello. my name is niccolo, or nico for short. my pronouns are he/they/xe/it. i am a gay demiaroace gnc boy. •i am a minor. i block freely. •i struggle a lot with my mental health. i use this blog quite often to vent. •if i seem to be in crisis, please do not try to cheer me up. it wont work. •i have a discord server. feel free to ask for the link any time. •ask to be my mutual. •please do not ask if we are friends / call me your friend unless we are close. •i have a rough time with communication. please use tonetags.

WARNINGS.

blog owner struggles with following issues. browse at your own risk. vents are always tagged. all are diagnosed or suspected by doctors. •autism •adhd •ocd •potential bpd •potential ptsd •anorexia •anxiety •panic disorder •chronic depression

this includes discussion of:

•sh •suicidal thoughts •self starving •dysmorphia •weight issues •intrusive thoughts

tag system:

special interests:

• osemanverse

•conan gray 💧⭐️

• pjo, hoo, toa

• spiderman

• car seat headrest

tv shows:

• brooklyn 99

• community

• the owl house

• amphibia

• adventure time

• shera princess of power

• what we do in the shadows

• scott pilgrim (movie, books, and show)

video games:

• stardew valley

• sally face

• night in the woods

• the quarry

• the sims

misc:

• SFX gore. (i forgot to mention before that i enjoy sfx gore and horror. i do not want to see actual gore.)

• greek mythology

kins:

• nico di angelo (pjo) (headcannons here!)

• hunter (toh)

• charlie spring (heartstopper)

hobbies:

•instruments (drums, guitar, bass, and piano)

•drawing

•reading

other socials:

•pinterest: St4rryN1ghtm4r3

•discord: mutuals can dm me for link

•roblox: dead_boyy0

☆i think thats all, bye☆

[outofangband]

two posts about Himring related folklore for @nelyoslegalteam

I’m making a post about folklore in Angband soon too!

my tag for posts related to the position of ex thralls in Beleriand is 'but ever the noldor feared' and post angband! there are more related posts there!

The folklore of Himring is complex and the line between rumor, truth, and campfire tale is blurred.

The people of Himring are a diverse population, mostly Noldor of Fëanor’s host but some of Nolofinwë’s too, who wanted to be closer to the front lines or who were actually stationed there, a small population of Northern Sindar, and of course a small population of Angband survivors making up mostly Sindar and Avarin elves who were captured before the Noldor returned to Beleriand (I’ve talked about this on many posts but I’m always glad to say more! It’s one of my favorite subjects!)

The stories come from within the March and throughout the rest of Beleriand.

Tales of the desolate landscape itself were sparse before Maedhros built his fortress though people had been known to disappear around those hill near the river wells but whether they were taken by the cold or elements or the enemy was unknown.

The residents of Himring have a wealth of stories.

There are those that are woven simply for amusement, or to pass the time or sharpen the mind on long nights of watch where all you see is an endless expanse of winter. It’s easy to become confused then.

They tell of strange lights in the snow, of fires that appear to burn through the storms but vanish when travelers veer too close, of monstrous shadows that only their frightened horses can see.

There are the inevitable tales and rumors of Angband and those who have seen it. Some are shared among survivors, to comfort, confirm and console. Stories and tales from the fortress inevitably make their way into communities with any survivors, then spread by those on the outside.

Some fall into the timeless game of comparing wounds, out of anger or a bitter sport. The nastier tales that win these little games sometimes leave their private circles.

Many are spread by others with varying intentions. Of course there is simple curiosity and misinformation but there are those who repeat the vicious accusations often leveled at escaped thralls and often, towards Maedhros himself. I went into that in the last ask you sent I think.

And then of course there is Tol Himling, the remnants of the fortress of Himring on a tiny island. Few visit it unless by great need in stormy seas. It does not appear on all maps of the ocean. It is said to be haunted for those who seek shelter in its ruins rarely find peace. They dream of a hell of iron far below the waves and of blinding lights and stark cliffs they have never seen.

Second, an idea I've mentioned here but have wanted to make a longer post about it too

Inspired by @welcomingdisaster ‘s fantastic world building prompt list here! Prompt: native bird

One of my favorite topics to write about is the societal place of ex thralls in Beleriand and the culture of belief around Angband.

Among some in Beleriand and later, throughout Middle Earth, barn owls are believed to be the spirits of other predatory animals. This is because they are pale, fallow colors and because, unlike other owls, they do not hoot. The sound of the barn owl is a breathy shrieking sound that has often been described as something unearthly. The most common name for barn owl in Sindarin roughly translates to ghost hunter. 

Although these birds are not believed to be ill omens nor pose any danger to elvenkind by most, they have developed an association with other beings who exist in the margins between life and death, who flee or were driven from their homes, and who have returned to a state of hunter or hunted. In First Age Beleriand, they were sometimes associated with former thralls of Angband, usually those nameless ones who never came home or who were exiled by their own kin and who survive as wild beasts. 

These elves, though not all believed them to be such anymore, existed somewhere between reality and legend in Beleriand and beyond. 

Nonetheless, stories of pale wraith like figures who stole from, attacked or even ate their own kind, who moved with an uncanny silence even beyond the ability of the Eldar…these stories melded perfectly with the vision of barn owls and their eerie calls.

These perhaps later morphed with the stories told by the men who followed Morgoth about the Eldar as a whole. (Obligatory Morwen mention here too).

In the frozen abodes of Himring, watchers on the ramparts pause as the shadow of a ghost hunter passes silently by the winter moon. Some turn away or mutter a prayer. Some watch still closer.