11-07-2021, 07:20 PM
The crows kept calling. The more she walked the more they cawed to the trees, an endless loop where they continued to look down upon her with beady blacks — a watching, eyes never anywhere else besides the silver wolf through the mountains. Even as she continued further it was like their flock kept growing and she not help but hold a wariness through. Each step was but a surroundment of these birds, something unfamiliar and brought an unease to each step she took, for a paw shifting the ground was met with an audible screeching from them all.
When she was faced with a pathway they held an aggression, wings spread outward as they continued to screech, almost as if a wall, a barricade for whatever was a head. She not help but turn her head around, for it was like all around was but a well of birds.. Except one, a lone white crow within a distance. Calm amongst the storm, an eye that was away from the pathway ahead — a stare beyond to what was behind.
Then it took off, but not without the cloud of crows within the distance following after, a shadow to the blinding white.. Miriam's eyes followed them until the sight could not be scene, before a silver gaze back to the dark forest ahead of her so — something mixed within her self, and all that it was to her religion, a faint memory of the Priestess's lectures..
Watch what the world was telling, but what was it telling her? Ahead was something she knew not, was it a warning, or a sign?
@Maeve
When she was faced with a pathway they held an aggression, wings spread outward as they continued to screech, almost as if a wall, a barricade for whatever was a head. She not help but turn her head around, for it was like all around was but a well of birds.. Except one, a lone white crow within a distance. Calm amongst the storm, an eye that was away from the pathway ahead — a stare beyond to what was behind.
Then it took off, but not without the cloud of crows within the distance following after, a shadow to the blinding white.. Miriam's eyes followed them until the sight could not be scene, before a silver gaze back to the dark forest ahead of her so — something mixed within her self, and all that it was to her religion, a faint memory of the Priestess's lectures..
Watch what the world was telling, but what was it telling her? Ahead was something she knew not, was it a warning, or a sign?
@Maeve
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