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Thylacine from Wood’s Natural History Picture Book, 1880s /90s.

Tasmanian wolf woven blanket design by MarcoNavarro on Threadless. I wish this had actually been made!

Midnight Monster Bestiary • 4/? - Church Grim 

 A black dog spirit that guards church graveyards and is an embodiment of demonic and spectral energy.  

Thylacine snippet from Australian Museum Magazine, 1958. [x]

A newly discovered photograph of a captive thylacine at Beaumaris Zoo c.1913, found in a private collection in the U.K. by thylacine enthusiast Alan Pringle.

The photo was one of three purchased at Salamanca Market in Hobart over 20 years ago. [x]

Thylacine model in a natural setting. [x]

Name: Barghest, Barguest

Area of Origin: Northern England

Prevalent in Northern English folklore, the Barghest is a monstrous black dog, with fiery eyes, large teeth and claws, though the name has been known to refer to ghosts or household elves in other regions of the country. The word “Ghost” was pronounced “Guest” in Northern England, and the etymology of Barghest is thought to be the combination word, Burh-ghest or “Town-Ghost”. Similar to other mythical Black Dogs like the Black Shuck, Grim, Padfoot, Gwyllgi and Gytrash, the Barghest is believed to be an omen of death, foretelling the passing of an individual by laying on or near their doorstep. In some tales, the dog is but one form the entity can shapeshift into, with other appearances being that of a headless man or woman, a white cat or a rabbit. They are said to attack lone travelers in the countryside as well as the narrow alleys in those of the old English cities.

Tasmanian Tiger (extinct)

Ghosts from the past! Dodo, Tasmanian Tiger, Quagga, and Great Auk

The story of the Black Dog of Aylesbury dates back to the 1890s. The legend tells of a milkman who would travel the same path to get to his field of cattle every day. However, one day, while walking his normal path, the milkman stopped and noted the way was being blocked by an enormous black dog with blazing red eyes. He got the sense that this was no ordinary dog and he backtracked and took the longer route to his cattle. Each day thereafter, the milkman would try to go his shortcut, only to be blocked by that black dog. The milkman felt less and less fear of the dog as the days went by; on one fateful night, when he had a companion with him and he felt braver, the milkman decided enough was enough. He charged at the dog, using the pole that carried his milk pails as a weapon. When he struck at the dog, it simply vanished into thin air.