Krampus, God of Wild Nature

Not merely a God OF Wildness. He IS The wild nature of all the Germanic people! The untamed nature of all living things, playful and brutal, untamed and unrestrained. In the wilds there is no room for such petty things as good, nor evil. As such Krampus is beyond such petty measurings. In the wild north there is only room for strength and courage of the most cunning sort, brutality and kindness, fervor and abundance, liberty... and passion. Anything less leads only to death. But most of all there is life wild and free. All of these things have their place, their Gods. Not the least of whom is Krampus, Lord of the wilds!
His head adorned with heavy crown of horn, his flesh blanketed in robes of fur, his face wild and savage as the wilderness itself. His eyes, that of the wild beast cutting through the dusky under light of the canopied forest bows. Sturdy and strong enough to withstand the blistering winds of the mountains he calls home. Naked as the bear, stubborn as the Ibex, savage as the lynx, cunning as the wolf, knowing as man, both predator and ancestor. He watches... Always he is watching from his mountain throne keeping tally of the doings of man and beast alike.
He watches that is, until that time of year when the hosts of man move about in the darkness sheltering from the cold draped in their long heavy coats, in their 'civility'. These 'Men' as they bustle about avoiding the cold and the pain that comes with the freezing winds of his own mountain home. Heads bowed like sheep against the slaughtering axe. This is when he can take it no more! Gathering his hosts he rushes down the mountain sides with his hosts in tow! They will remember! Or they will surely feel the sting of his whip... They are mighty and verile! They will remember or ... There are things that can, and will be done.
But for those who embrace, embrace the darkness and the pain as their kin, their lover. Those that resist the foreboding lure of weakness and comfort, of ease. Well for these wild souls he brings to them the best of things! He brings them joy in the darkness, wild release in the pain of the bitter cold. He brings them games and conflict and struggle and... Victory! He and his host do not merely give these things, no. They bring the opportunity for the people to TAKE what is theirs! Wild games of combat, the rousing clamor of music and chaos! He brings to them the opportunity to stand together and overcome! He brings to them the hope of tomorrow and the memory of yesteryear! And with these gifts he brings the possibility of children! After all what woman could possibly resist the embrace of such strong young men as those who could stand not only against but WITH such wild gods as Krampus and his hosts?

These are not gifts of only certain times of the year however. These are his gifts all year long. Gifts for those he admires most, the brave and wild Manthings of his mountain home.