KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Ravens did not normally fly at night. Nor were they a very common sight on the Ahi coast, save perhaps for messenger birds with letters tied to their legs.
This specimen was not exactly normal, no matter how one looked at it. Fly it did, winging its way along the coastline. Crossing over the city with its many gleaming lights, down towards the harbor. It paid little heed to the comings and goings of humans below, more wary of Sear Cats and slumbering Hel in the ship riggings. It would have passed clean over the entirety of Kaiholo Port, had a racket not been heard at the far end of the pier.
Curious as a cat, the bird dipped a wing and swooped in on near silent wings, the rustle of silk the only warning that he was there at all. He had to dip quite far down to see more than a few feet in the dark, and by the time he spotted the dinghy, it was easier to just land on the dock.
Shimmering from bird to man, the tall, shaggy looking youth approached the boat cautiously, and peered over the edge. The sight of the trussed up merman made him whistle, slow and surprised - then quickly looked around, to make sure no one had heard that.
"You look like you could use some help, there," he commented, casual as a day. The voice was deep and quiet, hoarse as though it had not been used for quite some time... and sounded distinctly amused. Between his fingers danced a golden trinket, metal or gem or something infinitely more precious - he was hardly aware of carrying it, by now.
This specimen was not exactly normal, no matter how one looked at it. Fly it did, winging its way along the coastline. Crossing over the city with its many gleaming lights, down towards the harbor. It paid little heed to the comings and goings of humans below, more wary of Sear Cats and slumbering Hel in the ship riggings. It would have passed clean over the entirety of Kaiholo Port, had a racket not been heard at the far end of the pier.
Curious as a cat, the bird dipped a wing and swooped in on near silent wings, the rustle of silk the only warning that he was there at all. He had to dip quite far down to see more than a few feet in the dark, and by the time he spotted the dinghy, it was easier to just land on the dock.
Shimmering from bird to man, the tall, shaggy looking youth approached the boat cautiously, and peered over the edge. The sight of the trussed up merman made him whistle, slow and surprised - then quickly looked around, to make sure no one had heard that.
"You look like you could use some help, there," he commented, casual as a day. The voice was deep and quiet, hoarse as though it had not been used for quite some time... and sounded distinctly amused. Between his fingers danced a golden trinket, metal or gem or something infinitely more precious - he was hardly aware of carrying it, by now.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
