KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
The raven did not lie prone, waiting to be rescued. It fought the fox with fierce determination, sharp talons scratching while the sharp bill pecked at the predators eyes. They were equal in size, the bird as big a specimen as the species allowed. But pinned and at a disadvantage, the fear saturated its thoughts all the same. And then pain, as strong jaws closed around a wing and bit down.
It should have been the end. But something inconcievable happened. Not impossible, for it would not be the first time a predator challenged another for a juicy morsel, but unlikely all the same. A lynx tackled the fox just before it was able to do more damage to the bird, and the vulpine was so startled by the sudden attack that it let go of its prey. As teeth and claw cut deep cut deep into thick fur it yelped, and rather than stay to fight it tore loose and spun. In a flurry of kicked up snow it scampered off into the underbrush. There were far easier meals to find in there - at least ningos did not come with bodyguards.
Meanwhile, the raven had managed to roll up on its feet and away from the scuffle. A trail of crimson droplets and scattered down marked its path in beneath a particularly thorny shrub. There it sat, panting with open beak and stared balefully at the lynx when it approached. There was no response through the bond, only the dread from before, though paler now and less urgent. If there was a mind behind it, it was buried deep, impossible to reach at the moment.
But the raven's eyes were blue.
It should have been the end. But something inconcievable happened. Not impossible, for it would not be the first time a predator challenged another for a juicy morsel, but unlikely all the same. A lynx tackled the fox just before it was able to do more damage to the bird, and the vulpine was so startled by the sudden attack that it let go of its prey. As teeth and claw cut deep cut deep into thick fur it yelped, and rather than stay to fight it tore loose and spun. In a flurry of kicked up snow it scampered off into the underbrush. There were far easier meals to find in there - at least ningos did not come with bodyguards.
Meanwhile, the raven had managed to roll up on its feet and away from the scuffle. A trail of crimson droplets and scattered down marked its path in beneath a particularly thorny shrub. There it sat, panting with open beak and stared balefully at the lynx when it approached. There was no response through the bond, only the dread from before, though paler now and less urgent. If there was a mind behind it, it was buried deep, impossible to reach at the moment.
But the raven's eyes were blue.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
