Corvus Ravensworn & NightFall
- Aiyana Saint Gimbel
- 2 days ago
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The Death Walker, Keeper of Transformation
His Name
Corvus — Latin for "raven," the sacred messenger between worlds, the guide through death and rebirth, the keeper of mysteries and magic. Corvus carries the wisdom of what has died and what is being born.
Ravensworn — A sacred oath taken at the Threshold of Transformation. To be Ravensworn is to pledge allegiance not to life or death, but to the space between—where all change happens, where all magic lives, where fear becomes power.
His Story
The Third Brother
Corvus was born between Kaya's remembering and Zephyr's patience—the middle path, the bridge, the one who walks where others fear to tread. He is Zephyr's blood brother, but where Zephyr learned from the panther's silence, Corvus learned from the raven's call.
As children, Zephyr was steady and grounded. Corvus was restless and questioning. While Zephyr tracked panthers in the forest, Corvus climbed to the highest peaks where the ravens nested, where the air was thin and the veil between worlds grew transparent.
"Why do you climb so high?" Zephyr once asked.
"Because," Corvus replied, "the truth looks different from above. And I need to see what's coming."
The Raven's Bargain
When the Great Forgetting swept through their village, Corvus watched his people cling to what was dying—old ways that no longer served, old wounds that refused to heal, old fears dressed as tradition. He saw them building walls instead of wings.
One night, standing at the edge of the Cliff of Endings, Corvus called out to the murder of ravens circling overhead: "Teach me to see death not as enemy but as teacher. Teach me to transform."
The Raven Queen descended—ancient, wise, her feathers blacker than the void itself. She landed on his shoulder, talons gripping firm but not cruel.
"Death is not the opposite of life," she said. "It is the womb of transformation. Everything that matters is born from what has ended. But most fear the dying so much they never allow the becoming."
"I don't fear it," Corvus said.
"Liar," the Raven Queen replied. "You fear it like all Two-Leggeds fear it. But you are willing to walk toward it anyway. That is courage. That is why I will teach you."
She made him an offer: "I will give you raven sight—the ability to see what is dying and what is trying to be born. But in exchange, you must become a Death Walker. You must go to those who are stuck between worlds and guide them through the threshold. You will be feared. You will be misunderstood. You will walk alone more often than not."
Corvus accepted without hesitation.
The Wings of Transformation
The Raven Queen did not give Corvus wings. She grew them from his grief.
She led him to the Valley of Bones—where all the dreams, relationships, identities, and versions of self that had died were laid to rest. Corvus walked among the remains of who he used to be, who he thought he'd become, who he'd failed to save.
"Grieve," the Raven Queen commanded. "Not with shame. Not with regret. Grieve with honor. These deaths made space for your becoming."
Corvus wept for three days and three nights. And with each tear, a feather grew. Black as midnight. Strong as truth. His wings were not born from light or hope—they were forged from endings honored, from transformations accepted, from deaths that cleared the path for new life.
When he finally stood, wings spread wide, the Raven Queen circled him three times.
"You are Ravensworn now. You belong to the threshold. Go and teach the Two-Leggeds that death is not failure—it is the doorway."
The Panther's Approval
When Corvus returned to the forest, Zephyr's Shadow King panther approached him, eyes assessing, body tense.
"You smell of death," the panther growled.
"I smell of transformation," Corvus corrected. "They are the same thing."
The panther circled him once, twice, three times—and then bowed his great head in respect.
"You walk a harder path than your brother," the Shadow King said. "Zephyr teaches patience. You teach release. Both are necessary. Both are sacred."
From that day forward, a panther walked beside Corvus too—not the Shadow King, but his sister, Nightfall, the panther who hunts at dusk, who understands endings and beginnings as one continuous breath.
And the ravens? They never left. They circle him still, a living crown of transformation, witnesses to every death he honors, every rebirth he midwifes.
Brothers Reunited
When Corvus and Zephyr finally stood face to face again, years had passed. Zephyr had learned patience and precision. Corvus had learned surrender and transformation.
"You've changed," Zephyr said, eyes on the raven wings, the circling birds, the panther Nightfall at his brother's side.
"Everything changes," Corvus replied. "That's the point."
"And if I don't want to change?" Zephyr asked.
"Then you stay stuck," Corvus said gently. "And I'll be here when you're ready to let go."
They are brothers still—Zephyr Nightstride, who teaches the power of waiting, and Corvus Ravensworn, who teaches the power of releasing. Together they hold the full cycle: the patience to aim and the courage to let the arrow fly, even when you can't control where it lands.
His Medicine Today
Corvus Ravensworn walks still, at the thresholds where transformation waits. He appears to those who are ready to:
✹ Release what no longer serves — To honor the death of old identities, relationships, dreams, and make space for what's next✹ See endings as sacred — To stop fearing change and start trusting the transformation process✹ Walk through grief with courage — To feel the loss fully and allow it to grow wings✹ Guide others through transitions — To become a Death Walker for those stuck between who they were and who they're becoming.
He does not save you from the ending. He walks with you through it and shows you the door on the other side.
The Black Panther Nightfall walks beside him—guardian of dusk, witness to transitions. The ravens circle above—messengers, guides, proof that death and magic are always in conversation.
Corvus Ravensworn walks the threshold between death and rebirth with raven wings, panther companion, and sacred arrows of transformation. Brother to Zephyr Nightstride, he teaches the courage to release what no longer serves and honor endings as doorways. Available as museum-quality prints, framed art, canvas, metal, tapestries, journals, and collectibles. Perfect for those navigating change, honoring grief, or guiding others through transformation. I walk through endings. I honor the threshold. I trust the becoming.
Mitakuye Oyasin — We Are All Related.Signed in shadow and transformation,Aiyana 🖤🏹
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