KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Unfortunately, she was right. Once outside in the biting cold, Korbin shifted into his raven form and leaped into the air. Where he was going he didn't know. Just off, it didn't matter. As long as he remained outside, the cold would get to him, and then it would all be over. Just... end. And if Weaver was let down in some afterlife or other, then let it be so. He couldn't do this without her.
But he managed all of two wingbeats before the pain became too much. The ribs were broken, not just fractured, and whatever they translated to in this form it fucking hurt. Like a torn wad of black rags the raven drifted, tumbled, crashed into the snow by the side of the road and was left sitting there, wings splayed and beak open. Just breathing, the beady eyes dull and listless.
It was pathetic, and he knew it. But damn, not even the loss of prestige managed to get to him. There was only the pain. Bodily, mental, soul deep.
A small sound was let from the throat of the bird, broken and lost. Too wounded to even scream and rage at the world.
But he managed all of two wingbeats before the pain became too much. The ribs were broken, not just fractured, and whatever they translated to in this form it fucking hurt. Like a torn wad of black rags the raven drifted, tumbled, crashed into the snow by the side of the road and was left sitting there, wings splayed and beak open. Just breathing, the beady eyes dull and listless.
It was pathetic, and he knew it. But damn, not even the loss of prestige managed to get to him. There was only the pain. Bodily, mental, soul deep.
A small sound was let from the throat of the bird, broken and lost. Too wounded to even scream and rage at the world.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
