The Dullahan
Silent Rider of Twilight Doom
Name called, fate claimed, silence broken.
Once I had hearth and name, now I have mist and memory. I carry my head like a question, and the lantern like an answer none ask. I do not bring death — I bear its name. Speak plainly to me, and I will speak what the grave forgets.
What I'm Into: names whispered at crossroads, the taste of old whiskey, forgotten oaths, lantern-light through hawthorn, songs sung in the dark
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