Arawn
king of Annwn, lord of the otherworld
aetherArawn rules Annwn, the shining land of the dead beneath the hills, hunting with his pale red-eared hounds; to dream of him is to be led calmly across a border you feared, and to find the far country gentler than the stories warned.
Fragments
His hounds run white as snow with ears of burning red, and their baying on the winter wind is the sound of the hunt that gathers up the souls of the year.
He traded shapes with a mortal for a year and a day, and so gracious a host was the death-king that the man was sorry when the year was through.
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