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The cries of the child echo through the wood. Lying upon a bed of moss, wrapped in a heavy cloth, it called out to its mother...feeding time. Not long after the crying started, a noise catches its attention over its head. The black feathers of a Raven ruffle, then it looks down to the child, cocking its head from side to side, its black eyes looking to the child.
After a moment, and when the tears come to the childs eyes once again, it hops to the end of the branch, raising its head, it begins to caw into the wind. Its loud call only stops ever so often for it to listen, cocking its head side to side, listening to the forest.
Finally, silence. It hops down the branch, perching over the child, letting out small chirps, cocking its head listening. The tall grass of the glade part, a furry head peaking through, carefully sniffing the air, its eyes suddenly fixating on the the child. Carefully it close the ground, sniffing and listening, then sniffs the child and its coverings.
With a mothers touch, it pulls the child from the wrappings, gently taking it in its mouth, it looks to the Raven. A moment they look upon eachother, then she turns, carefully trotting into the wood. The raven waits, then upon a breeze takes flight.
Awakening, he lays still, listening to each sound, sniffing the air for any predator or prey, Slolwy he opens his eyes, the sun not yet risen, he blinks his eyes letting them adjust to the darkenss. Easing from under the brush, he tests the air, more of the twolegged ones he had been seeing. A few, following the scent of decay, he had found. "If they are not wise to her ways why do they come here?" Stripping some of the leathers from the bodies, the twoleg ones seem to all put something over their hides, he looks more fitting if seen.
Still feeling the draw inside him, he starts his walk, to a place yet unknown.
After a moment, and when the tears come to the childs eyes once again, it hops to the end of the branch, raising its head, it begins to caw into the wind. Its loud call only stops ever so often for it to listen, cocking its head side to side, listening to the forest.
Finally, silence. It hops down the branch, perching over the child, letting out small chirps, cocking its head listening. The tall grass of the glade part, a furry head peaking through, carefully sniffing the air, its eyes suddenly fixating on the the child. Carefully it close the ground, sniffing and listening, then sniffs the child and its coverings.
With a mothers touch, it pulls the child from the wrappings, gently taking it in its mouth, it looks to the Raven. A moment they look upon eachother, then she turns, carefully trotting into the wood. The raven waits, then upon a breeze takes flight.
Awakening, he lays still, listening to each sound, sniffing the air for any predator or prey, Slolwy he opens his eyes, the sun not yet risen, he blinks his eyes letting them adjust to the darkenss. Easing from under the brush, he tests the air, more of the twolegged ones he had been seeing. A few, following the scent of decay, he had found. "If they are not wise to her ways why do they come here?" Stripping some of the leathers from the bodies, the twoleg ones seem to all put something over their hides, he looks more fitting if seen.
Still feeling the draw inside him, he starts his walk, to a place yet unknown.