The Art of Raven's Shire
A gallery of art inspired by the stories of Raven's Shire
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Raven's Shire Fairies Tales
A Forest King Goes Hunting
The
shadows from the mountain forest stretched out like talons across the
village as Waldkon lay back in a bed of moss and ground his teeth in
frustration. He’d managed to kill nearly an entire village and the
plague had been set to wipe out many more. Than a Hawthorn Tree had
fallen in love with a human girl. Who could have expected such a thing?
Surely the tree could see at least some of what he saw. Surely he must
know it would spell the death of the forest to allow the humans to
live. The Forest King growled in fury as he thought of another way to
kill the humans.
The wolves let out a chorus of howls as the moon
started to rise into the sky and Waldkon smiled a feral smile. It was
time to take his new packs of wolves hunting. Not for sheep as they had
been but for the shepherds and woodsmen. He rose from the bed of moss
and let out a howl of his own calling the wolves to him. The woodsmen
and shepherds would be returning home now. Easy prey.
The Old Männlein Saves the Wood Cutters
Only
the moonlight could show what was in the darkness beyond the woodsmen’s
lamps light as they made their way quickly down the forest paths amidst
a chorus of howls. They glanced nervously into that shadowy realm
within the trees where they could see the wolves following along side
them. In a heartbeat the wolves were all around them. Another howl
closed the circle of wolves.
The woodsmen scrambled up into the
trees to escape the wolves teeth as the animals set upon them. Thinking
themselves safe the woodsmen watched the wolves snarl and growl below
them.
The moonlight bent, attracted to another shadow which emerged from the forest his eyes glinting coldly.
Waldkon smiled as he watched the men hiding like frightened squirrels in the trees they’d sought to cut down.
“Lower
your branch’s,” Waldkon told his grandchildren and obediently the trees
bent down to the ground towards the wolves which were waiting below.
First
one than another of the woodsmen were pulled from the bending trees by
the pack of wolves. Their screams sending an added chill into the
village below where people debated whether they should enter the dark
forest to help. Wondered if they could help, for on that night they
sensed the Forest King in full fury.
Rumpelstiltskin, the ancient
Männlein could hear the woodsmen screaming long before the night had
begun and so he rushed through the stillness of the forest to arrive
just as the trees bent low to give up the humans huddled in them.
“Stand tall!” the Männlein ordered the trees using his force of will to make them comply against the desires of their king.
Waldkon
flew into a rage and like a storm descended on the Männlein, who hopped
quickly through the forest luring the King and his wolves from the
woodsmen.
The Forest Kings Realization
Waldkon
watched the villages which lay along the cost from atop the clouds. The
Männlein had tricked him away from the woodsmen. It had been easy to do
for he realized now that he lived simply on rage. He realized that
rage, that the death of a few woodsmen could never stop the humans. To
stop them he would need to manipulate them. To corrupt them from within
the way a tree rots until it collapses in on itself.
It shouldn’t
be hard the Forest King whispered for the Männlein’s own manipulation
was leaving him an opening. First, however, he would need to plan more
and to corrupt the fairies which protected the villages, starting with
the one they called “Little Red Hood.”
| Rumpelstiltskin and the Knight
Rumpelstiltskin and the Fox
Little Red Riding Hood
Discription of the Whispering Forest
The Forgotten and the Future Wicked Step Mother
The Hawthorn Tree Teaches a Girl
Rumpelstiltskin
The Girl Has a Child With the Tree
Fairies Bosom
Wood Wife and the Baker
Forest Kings
Bunnik
Forest King Spreads Illness
Forest King Goes Hunting
Saga of a Nix
The Sealkie
An Old Child |
