The Corpse Weaver
An owl who donned a mystical clay mask. This giant beast strikes an imposing, its folded wings form a concealing cloak, and outstretched, span the length of four or five men. The mask is a pale gray circle with three holes for the eyes and mouth, each emanating an abyssal darkness. The owl’s plumage is a bloodstained white, with feathers continually rotting black and falling off. Wicked moans and demonic whispers can be heard from the blackness of the mask, as the bird rails between composed silence, and maddend screeches of agony.