On Broken Wing [Samson] Nov 18, 2020 13:35:48 GMT -6
Post by Crow on Nov 18, 2020 13:35:48 GMT -6
He never quite understood what his purpose was here. But that was okay.
There were so many places to explore, and while some may have gone insane at the mere thought of the swirling abyss in the absence of another's company, Crow was never truly alone. Over the years, he had grow stronger and fiercer, and yet his wayward companion had never steered him wrong. It did not bother him that others could never see the crow. His voice had never steered the brute wrong, and that mattered far more than the opinion of others. Where his father had been cold and calculating, Crow was still capable of a modicum of emotion. It was rare such behavior manifested, but he had no qualms with the population at large. They might have been of little use to the brute, but that did not mean he sought to murder and torture each and every last one.
"I cannot remember the last time I wandered here," he mused softly, the sound of the words startling him in a way. He honestly could not remember the last time he heard his own voice. It had little use to him in his expeditions. Often, he was slithering in and out of pack lands, often simply passing by and hoping for direction from his quiet companion. The bird had been eerily quiet as of late, though, and that was unnerving to the brute. It was rare that he kept quiet, and even rarer that the directions were unclear on the way he should go. It seemed in many ways that recently, he was on his own.
And that was uncomfortable.
The bird was his voice of reason and compass. But he had not manifested in the past days, and Crow did not know what caused his absence. Was something wrong? Was he losing it? Or did he simply not need the direction he normally required, and it was an indication that he was on the appropriate course? The large brute knew not, and there was a nagging pull of discomfort that drew him back to the heartland of the pack lands. Though a pack did not reside here currently, there was significant activity among the trees and grasslands. It intrigued him, and perhaps the absence of his guide had to do with his general disassociation with the wolves around him. After all, he had kept a lowkey life in the past months; was he acting contrary to the will of the crow?
"he speaks" - he thinks