[PQ+] [se] NOBODY PANIC.

"I can fly." Rolling his shoulders back, the Ancient slowly shifted into his gore crow form. The bird emerged with a 'caw' and a surge of wings as it took to the sky. Once he climbed high enough into the sky, Edmund circled the area. With sharp avian eyes, he scanned the area for missed blind spots. As he flew, the gore crow spotted a stray mouse in the debris. His bloodlust surged and feeling confident that he knew what needed to be adjusted (if anything) to the lights, he dove. Wings snapping open at the last minute, his talons sunk into the mouse. Pleased with his catch, Edmund snapped the mouse up in his beak and ate it in one bite. ~ Edmund shifts into a gore crow and checks the lights. Edmund dark wings, shadowed soul