KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
It took some time for the thought to fully penetrate down to the reasoning part of this magicked being. Boy turned bird. Turned feral. There was still the urge to run the badger off, but the easing off, the lessening of the threat, settled enough of the natural hostility that Korbin came back to his senses. Somewhat, at least.
The raven looked down at the mangled body of the hare. The pelt was quite ruined - this was why Weaver had forbade him from hunting as a bird - and there wasn't enough meat on it to warrant carrying all the way back to the Citadel.
"Eat," he replied simply, and there was that wild overtone to his thoughts still. Only half thinking, as he returned to begin tearing at the limp body. To open it, before it froze.
It was always a bit of a risk... the loosing of oneself. Unless you had something clear to return to.
The raven looked down at the mangled body of the hare. The pelt was quite ruined - this was why Weaver had forbade him from hunting as a bird - and there wasn't enough meat on it to warrant carrying all the way back to the Citadel.
"Eat," he replied simply, and there was that wild overtone to his thoughts still. Only half thinking, as he returned to begin tearing at the limp body. To open it, before it froze.
It was always a bit of a risk... the loosing of oneself. Unless you had something clear to return to.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
