KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Worry. Despair. They could have been his own emotions, but they were not. Korbin kept his own emotions under strict lock and key, never permitted to stray unless he's under extreme duress. The intrusion is unwelcome, as he wanted to leave everything about this place far below, but... for all that he pretended otherwise, he was not cold and uncaring. How much easier everything would be, if he really didn't give a crap.
The raven grudgingly eyed the streets below, to see where the emotions might stem from. The possibilities were endless. Birds littered the docks, fish - living and half dead alike - abounded in the waters beyond the shore, and there was no shortage of stray dogs, rats and other animals living side by side with the humans. It could be anything, anyone... As he was about to dismiss the whole thing, however, a cat caught his attention. Leaping up onto a wall, only to sit, looking about as if someone stole its cream.
Dipping a blue-shimmering wing, the raven coasted downwards, circling towards the feline without any real apprehension. It might be a predator, but he was big enough that it would be an even match - perhaps even an entertaining game - should the cat be feeling peckish.
"Well now, who yanked your tail?" The cheeky thought was cautious and probing, not entirely sure he was actually dealing with an Attuned... and more than ready to back off, if they loathed mental contact as much as he did.
The raven grudgingly eyed the streets below, to see where the emotions might stem from. The possibilities were endless. Birds littered the docks, fish - living and half dead alike - abounded in the waters beyond the shore, and there was no shortage of stray dogs, rats and other animals living side by side with the humans. It could be anything, anyone... As he was about to dismiss the whole thing, however, a cat caught his attention. Leaping up onto a wall, only to sit, looking about as if someone stole its cream.
Dipping a blue-shimmering wing, the raven coasted downwards, circling towards the feline without any real apprehension. It might be a predator, but he was big enough that it would be an even match - perhaps even an entertaining game - should the cat be feeling peckish.
"Well now, who yanked your tail?" The cheeky thought was cautious and probing, not entirely sure he was actually dealing with an Attuned... and more than ready to back off, if they loathed mental contact as much as he did.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
