KORBIN
A raucous crow, a rootless tree
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A raven fluttered in on inky wings. It's blue eyes spied the chest from the elevation of the sky, and piqued a moderate interest. A woman was approaching it, but that did not mean anything to him; she was a stranger, and would receive no consideration.
Drifting down in lazy circles, Korbin tried to land upon the chest. If nothing else, it made for a good perch. Beady eyes blinked up at the female who appeared much oversized from his perspective; quietly daring her to object to this hogging of the chest.
Korbin tries to land on the chest.
Drifting down in lazy circles, Korbin tried to land upon the chest. If nothing else, it made for a good perch. Beady eyes blinked up at the female who appeared much oversized from his perspective; quietly daring her to object to this hogging of the chest.
Korbin tries to land on the chest.
A racing stallion who has wrenched a leg,
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
