Arawn

Arawn is a Deity — the sovereign of Annwn, the Otherworld encountered where moor meets sea and river. Field naturalist note: his influence is more atmospheric than corporal; he reads like a season rather than a beast. Smell: wet peat, salt brine and the metallic tang of old iron. Sound: distant, echoing horns and the baying of spectral hounds (Cŵn Annwn), with water-on-stone cadences beneath it all. Temperature: a pervasive, bone-deep cold that raises the hair on the neck and steams breath in the air. When glimpsed he appears as a tall, courtly silhouette cloaked in deep shadow, often attended by pale hounds and riders of starlit aspect — regal, inexorable and quietly severe rather than feral.