#ulfhednar

[artofmaquenda]

Slay

Little Ulfheðnar inspired piece and wanting to try out some dotwork :)

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[darksilvania]

LAMBARK & WOOLFEDNAR (Fighting) the Sheep in Wolf clothing pokemon

This sheep pokemon have evolved to use their wool as a disguise in order to resemble their predators, even becoming more aggresive than regular sheeps to match their behavior.

They are based on the expression "A wolf in sheep clothing" but I have already seen enough wolf pokemon with sheep disguises, so I decided to flip it.

LAMBARK comes from Lamb and Bark WOOLFEDNAR comes from Wool, Wolf and Ulfhednar, the norse warriors that wore wolf skins in battle and are said to have inspired the werewolf legends. In modern popular culture they are often mixed with the Berserker who wore bear skins in a similar way

#pokemon #fakemon #fake pokemon #fighting pokemon #fighting #fighting type #fighting fakemon #lamb #sheep #ram #wolf #wolf skin #werewolf #ulfhednar #berserker

[skaldish]

odd question: did the norse people ever worship or venerate the warriors of Valhalla? or was it just a goal to aspire to?

The Old Norse people worshipped their ancestors, some of which went to Valhalla, and some who were definitely heroes. But I don't think they worshipped "the warriors of Valhalla" as an archetype, or as paragons to emulate. Valhalla wasn't even viewed as a goal to aspire to. Rather, it was a consolation prize for dying far from home.

Prior to the Viking Age, the Norse people believed they rejoined their family and ancestors after they died. However, this was dependent on the fact they would be buried in the family grave or barrow.

But going a-viking meant risking death far from home, and this death would most likely happen while out at sea or during a skirmish.

In order to reconcile the question of "Where do we go if we can't be with our families?", the Norse people concluded that if they died out at sea, they went to Njord's hall, and if they died in a skirmish, they went to Odin's or Freyja's hall. This way, they had the comfort of knowing they would still be with their gods and people if they perished far from home.

It's important to keep in mind that the vikings were not exactly a warrior class; as in, "being a warrior" wasn't their job. They were pirates. And like all pirates, their goal was to retrieve goods, either by trade or by raid. Most vikings had every intention of making it home alive, and just like being a skilled sailor improved these odds, so did knowing how to put an axe through a man's skull.

Dying while going a-viking was honorable for the same reason that successfully returning home with goods was honorable; it's the fact that a person risked their life to travel very far away and gather resources for their family and community. It's an honorable deed.

But just because this death was honor-worthy doesn't mean it was a goal.

First of all, let's consider the practical aspect here: In a pre-industrial era, no one in their right mind would waste an entire ship on a crew that didn't plan to come back in it.

Secondly, "dying gloriously on the battlefield" only has widespread cultural importance in imperial nations; nations motivated by dominion, conquest, and establishing their widespread rule. Not only were the Norse societies not imperial, they didn't even have a centralized military, let alone the manpower to fight the rank-and-file wars we associate with the term "war."

So I guess the short answer to your question is "neither." Heroes were definitely venerated, but the notion that becoming ulfhednar makes someone the worthiest of all worthies is a retroactive interpretation.

#vikings #norse paganism #ulfhednar #norse heathenry #asatru

[sabrerine911]

Udirangr Warwolf Beth Ravencoft (Lords of The Fallen) Since Ive rekindled my hype for this game (expecially when I found out about the warwolf) I felt like sketchin something while I wait for Oct 13 for the release Beth is a Ulfhednar/Berserkr in my setting so the warwolf is very fitting as a starter class for her XD

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[roughridingrednecks]

Ulfhednar

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[rotworld]

Vermundr's Pack: With Your Tail Between Your Legs

someone asked:

Hello! How are you? I have a question, how would the pack react if reader left to walk a little and came back really hurt?

it depends on how they got hurt. if it was an accident, getting scraped up in the woods, they'd be fussed over for a while and might have a chaperone for a bit. misadventure is part of life, they've all been there and won't stop you from exploring. but if their human gets attacked...

vermundr's pack/reader (mostly featuring vermundr and ormkell). contains gore, hurt/comfort, pack dynamics, mild feral behavior.

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Dusk casts heavy shadows as it drapes across the sky. The trees are silhouettes, black birdcage bars against the molten spill of the setting sun. The pack has lived and hunted here for years, engraving their favored paths into the dirt, but these familiar trails vanish as night creeps in. Places where the grass is thin and parted are hidden beneath the latticed shadow of the swaying canopy. It doesn’t matter. You know the way home.

Home, you think, bemused. When did you start calling it that? You lean against gnarled bark and rest for a moment, catching your breath. You can hear it—a steady trickle, like the last, stubborn drops of rain at the storm’s end. There’s a red blotch on the shoulder of your tunic, a blooming stain spreading slowly across your back. It throbs and oozes. You feel for the wound and hiss, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s raw and deep and feels like fire. If you looked, would you see bone? It’s awful. You feel nauseous and dizzy. Home. You need to get home.

At dusk, they light lanterns of pine wood and rawhide. The light is faint and ghostly, a curling glow like will-o’-the-wisps. It’s not for them. Wolves see just fine in the dark. But every night, without fail, the lanterns are placed throughout the clearing where the den waits. It’s these faint, warm lights that call to you through the trees, that guide you when your vision swims and your knees start to buckle. 

You hear the wolves before you see them. There are guests tonight, another pack from further west. A few of them roughhouse in the clearing, yipping and biting playfully at one another as they slip easily from human to wolf, wolf to human. Styrmir’s boisterous laughter echoes as he plays dice with a large, intoxicated group and Ragni has a group of pups enraptured with stories of the pack’s last raid.

It’s Vermundr who scents you on the wind first. He wears little in the warmer months, the sprawling ink of his tattoos on full display across his chest. He stiffens at the mouth of the den and you think he says something in their language, a rumbling sound that brings the festivities to a halt. You limp through thick foliage and brambles, your breathing shallow. Vermundr has already crossed the clearing when you emerge, his arms open, catching you just as your legs give out. Together, you sink to the ground.

“Rabbit?” he says. His voice is low and calm, but you can feel the pounding of his heart as he cradles your head to his chest.

“Humans,” you manage to tell him, squeezing the word through gritted teeth. Your word choice has him bristling. The wolves don’t think of the raiders as humans. They are allies, hunting kin, furless siblings. They have many names for them, but never “human.” What hurt you was something you thought you’d never see again. 

“Ragni,” Vermundr says. 

The other wolf is at his side in an instant, kneeling, peeling off your tunic. It’s ripped and sticky by your shoulder and you whine at the sting when it peels loose. Ragni hushes you, kisses your forehead and whispers soft reassurances. “I know. I know it hurts, rabbit. I’m so sorry.” There’s movement around you, murmurs and growls.

Wolves, some you know and some you don’t, gather at a distance. You hurt too much to be shy about your exposed chest. Vermundr keeps you steady and grounded, his hands on your hips and his gaze never leaving yours. You wince and whimper as Ragni examines your shoulder. Vermundr presses his forehead to yours as though trying to take your pain onto himself. 

There’s a flurry of movement nearby, a rush of footsteps. A whimper, and then someone else is beside you, squeezing in opposite Ragni. “No,” you hear, a hoarse, miserable whisper. You know your mate’s voice anywhere. Ormkell is fidgeting, restless, wanting to touch but not wanting to hurt you or get in Ragni’s way. He rakes his claws through the dirt out of desperation, needing to touch something, to hurt something for how you’ve been hurt. 

“Deep and uneven,” Ragni murmurs. “Hatchet wound.” 

Vermundr’s next breath is nearly a snarl. He says something in a tone reserved for orders and the other pack scatters, a stampede of half-shifted wolves streaming into the woods. Slowly, as though you’re made of glass, he gathers you up and hands you to Ormkell. Your mate trembles. He stands, cradling you against his chest. He scents you desperately, nuzzles against your face and your neck. “What do I do?” he says, his voice quivering. He’s asking the alpha. He wants orders. He wants something, anything to anchor him and help him focus.

Vermundr looks at your blood on his hands. “There are several things that need to be done, Ormkell,” he says. “I will tell you these things, and you will do them.” Ormkell nods eagerly. You cling to him, smearing blood across his chest, and it only makes him hold you tighter. Styrmir claps a hand on his shoulder and squeezes. He brushes your bangs away from your sweat-soaked forehead and then he’s gone. You hear his gait change as he shifts, sprinting after the others. “Your mate needs healing. Ragni will remain here and help you administer the proper herbs and salves. Then they must eat and rest. We will all go to the baths together once the hunt ends. You must guard them, and the den, in my absence. Do you understand? Will you do these things?” 

“Yes,” Ormkell says, breathing again. “Yes, alpha. Thank you.” 

Hjalti passes him at the doors of the den, half-shifted, claws long and hooked. “If I find one with a hatchet,” he says, “I’ll bring him back for you.” They touch briefly, a quick, nuzzling motion. Ormkell makes a sound of gratitude and brings you inside. 

You stiffen when Ormkell reaches the nest and begins to lower you. “Blood,” you say, weak and tired. “My blood…I don’t…” You don’t want to ruin this special place.

Your mate’s expression softens with understanding. He lays down with you, curled up at your side. “I don’t care if you stain the pelts, rabbit,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek. “We have many. We can always get more. There’s only one of you.” The kiss is chaste, too quick for your liking. Ormkell lingers only a breath away, studying you, holding you close. “I’ll be back,” he promises. “With something to ease the pain. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I won’t leave your side.” He fumbles with the furs wrapped around his waist, untangling one from the rest. He leaves it draped over you, a small blanket still warm with his body heat. It’s with great reluctance that he pulls away, and you hear him and Ragni speaking in hushed tones just outside. 

You hold the fur against your face. It smells like him. You smile, even through the pain. 

You made it home. You’re going to be okay.

#rotpeach writes #rotpeach answers #ulfhednar #you guys have such fun ideas for these werewolves lol and theyre fun to work on between longer pieces #heres a rough estimate of stuff in progress #eirian piece is probably half done #theres a secondary character getting introduced in his who demanded more of the spotlight than i planned so its taking a bit #avici finale is in progress but honestly not sure how much of it is done lol its also probably going to be long #tpof fics are on the backburner due to whatever is possessing me right now but mason fic is about halfway done #and i have very early drafts of something for jack and another for the announcer #theres also an original nasty sci piece that im Very Excited about but its becoming a much more ambitious project #so it'll be a bit before thats ready

[byayavich]

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𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

7 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢

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#original story #original characters #my art #traditional art #horror #watercolor #a teaser i guess on another story I'm working on #short story #ulfhednar #berserker #medieval #vikings #gouache #its a love story about vikings and witches (: #my writing #fantasy #witches

[kveldulf-nightwolf]

In 1066 England marked the end of the Viking Age, around this time the Ulfhednar and Berserkirs were disbanded and marked for death if they continued their practice (most areas before then because of Christianization). The stories of the Faoladh and other wolfman/werewolf stories started around 1100. Am I the only one that wonders if some of the Irish and Scottish stories are about the scattered remnants of Ulfhednar and their descendants? Just look at the story of the Wolf Men of Tipperary, they sound just like the Ulfhednar to me. This is something I have pondered for a while, maybe more so than others because of my lineage, it's Scandinavian, Scottish and Native American.

(A popular legend recounts the history of the Laignach Faelad/the Faoladh, also known as the Wolf Men of Tipperary. These men were known as feral and savage warriors, so brutal that it was said they transformed into beasts on the battlefield and wolves when war erupted. Ancient Irish kings and chieftains would hire the Faoladh and unleash them on their enemies. These mercenary warriors had no allegiance to any particular king.)

#Ulfhednar #Faoladh #thoughts #Ramblings #childlike curiosity

[linillinil]

monsters masked

under human skin

sharp hunger, vein deep

they run to the woods

and become like wolves

#magick #otherkin #heathen #seidr #ulfhednar #wolf #serpent #nature #animal #slavic #germanic #soul

[kjarnisvartrstjarna]

Úlfhéðnar

Úlfhéðnar está bem além de Berserkir. Eles são conhecidos como guerreiros especiais de Óðinn e forças de elite Viking. Eles são metaforicamente associados com peles de lobo (em contraste com os Berserkir normais que são associados com peles de urso), já que são habitados pelo espírito dos lobos. Úlfhéðnar são capazes de realizar façanhas muito além das habilidades de outros guerreiros. Úlfhéðnar são hamrammir (metamorfos). Eles não usam capacete ou cota de malha, mordem o escudo com raiva antes de cada batalha, matam inimigos com apenas um golpe e são imunes a fogo ou ferro. Úlfhéðnar são exclusivamente masculinos.

Sem Berserkir e Úlfhéðnar como tropas de choque, o Rei Haraldr hárfagri não teria tido sucesso em sua busca para unificar Nóregr (Noruega). Afinal, Úlfhéðnar, não eram apenas os melhores guerreiros da época, eram também os mais temidos.

A Igreja, no entanto, sempre teve uma fixação profana tanto em Víkingar quanto em lobos. Então o clero rapidamente afirma que Úlfhéðnar (e Berserkir também) são "Demônios Pagãos". Quando Eiríkr Hákonarson (filho de Hákon Sigurðarson) decide abraçar o Cristianismo, ele bane Berserkir e, claro, Úlfhéðnar também. Com a cristianização da Islândia, Grágás (código de lei da Islândia medieval que continha uma seção de lei cristã) também condenou Berserkir e Úlfhéðnar à ilegalidade.

Artista: The artwork of Christian Sloan Hall Fonte: https://norskk.com/ulfhednar

#ulfhednar #berseker #hamrammir #vikings #norse

[ivaldisonsforge]

Ulfhednar ring

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[thetemplarknight]

Werewolves explained - from ancient legends to Hollywood!

As the horror genre revives in the movies and streaming TV series - it's time that werewolves were explained being a hugely popular monster!

What are the origins of the Werewolf myth? This strange story of cursed people unable to resist transforming into a wolf at the Full Moon – with the consequent murderous rampage. Why is this monster so enduring and if anything, more popular than ever? It came as a surprise to me to discover a literary genre termed ‘werewolf erotica’ and all that teen-focussed TV content featuring our lupine…

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[sabrerine911]

Sharing this random screenshot as well since I like how edgy it looks!

#beth ravencoft #lords of the fallen #ulfhednar #warwolf #berserker #unholy trinity #vampire hunter

[tonyrossmcmahon]

Werewolves explained - from ancient legends to Hollywood!

As the horror genre revives in the movies and streaming TV series - it's time that werewolves were explained being a hugely popular monster!

What are the origins of the Werewolf myth? This strange story of cursed people unable to resist transforming into a wolf at the Full Moon – with the consequent murderous rampage. Why is this monster so enduring and if anything, more popular than ever? It came as a surprise to me to discover a literary genre termed ‘werewolf erotica’ and all that teen-focussed TV content featuring our lupine…

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[celtichammerclub]

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