Description
Hackles High
Syr Skarith carried the mark of the black cat, a creature of omen and instinct, respected but approached with caution. His banners of red and white cut like claws across the Northlands, a warning to any who mistook his house for tame. He was a knight of sudden ferocity. Where others bided, Skarith pounced.
His lands bounded the river, where shipwrights wrought great vessels from oak and sent them to sea. From such labour his fellowship was shaped — hard, proud, unwilling to bow. Yet Skarith himself was not of the dockyard, but of the hunt: swift, watchful, ready to punish the unwary.
Through time Syr Skarith claimed his honours, and though fortunes wavered, the black cat’s shadow never left the field. His people remained fiercely loyal, their battle roar rising like the surge of the tide. It struck fear into rivals and lent strength to his hand, as though each cry was bound into his morning star or raised before him as a wall.
And even once the dockyards and slips fell quiet, the roar remained — and still the defiant black cat prowled the water’s edge.
This artwork is part of the Knights of Football series. It is an independent creative work and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or licensed by Sunderland AFC or the Premier League.
