KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
The hare slipped. The lynx pounced. Missed, and tried again, and this time it succeeded in catching its prey. The raven, startled by the surge of emotion and its name being called from what he'd believed to be a regular snow-cat, veered off and landed in the snow a few feet away, watching impassively with flinty blue eyes as the hunter finished off the hare. Adjusting a few misaligned feathers with the heavy beak, the wings were settled in comfortably against the sides and when the plumage was all in order, Korbin focused his attention more properly on his friend.
"That's a new shift. Did not take you for the catty type," he remarked, thoughts underlined with the bird's thrill from the hunt and an innate mischief that always lay close to the surface in the raven. Korbin the boy might be drowning in misery, but he had been left behind the Citadel walls. (Or so he would like to pretend).
"That's a new shift. Did not take you for the catty type," he remarked, thoughts underlined with the bird's thrill from the hunt and an innate mischief that always lay close to the surface in the raven. Korbin the boy might be drowning in misery, but he had been left behind the Citadel walls. (Or so he would like to pretend).
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
