into the fire
six days until i can forget!
i want to write about my crow army. versus the ravens and silas and owl.
i wish i had a million dollars so i could bring california and texas closer to me. that would make me so much happier. i wonder if i could, once i get back from mexico
i don't know if we should be friends anymore.
mark would be second-in-command of the crow army, after his gramma. then zeth would.. probably be mark's assistant, while matt the magpie and max the jackdaw would be high-ranking officers (followed by their hummingbirds).
opitaum and enchanti-q would be there under the orders of gramma, crow and witch extraordinaire (some even say she's related to the raven king, young silas, giving him the witch-king title) being that opitaum the boy-witch is her apprentice, and chanti is bound to him with old, old magicks
matt and max would squabble but carry out their orders with grim .. satisfaction? the ravens haven't been kind to anyone in a long while
there would be spies, of course, and a quaint house in the suburbs covered at all times by a mass of squabbling black-grey-white birds, some coming in through open windows and relaying messages to their commanders from the far portions of the country
this is a global war, and gramma can talk to all of them--crows speak a universal language with different dialects, and being that she's at least one-hundred years old herself, she's taken the time to learn them all
her daughter would have, too, were she not dead
mark is learning. slowly, but he's already able to squawk back to her in perfect pronounciation
and it is him, oddly, that the wounded birds flock to. i recall one instance when an injured spy flew into their command room, with gramma giving a briefing to all--the poor thing kept shouting it's one message to the room, the two crows translated, and it wouldn't stop shrieking, it was horrible, it was bleeding and broken and dying
mark picked it up and cuddled it to his breast, stroking the bloodied black feathers and taking whatever nips the poor thing might have given him
his voice was low, scratchy, soothing, mama crow to her baby who's afraid of falling out the nest
he held it until it died like that
his gramma is perturbed by the way they all trust him, and gather to him. would there be a crow king to match the raven king?
i want to write about my crow army. versus the ravens and silas and owl.
i wish i had a million dollars so i could bring california and texas closer to me. that would make me so much happier. i wonder if i could, once i get back from mexico
i don't know if we should be friends anymore.
mark would be second-in-command of the crow army, after his gramma. then zeth would.. probably be mark's assistant, while matt the magpie and max the jackdaw would be high-ranking officers (followed by their hummingbirds).
opitaum and enchanti-q would be there under the orders of gramma, crow and witch extraordinaire (some even say she's related to the raven king, young silas, giving him the witch-king title) being that opitaum the boy-witch is her apprentice, and chanti is bound to him with old, old magicks
matt and max would squabble but carry out their orders with grim .. satisfaction? the ravens haven't been kind to anyone in a long while
there would be spies, of course, and a quaint house in the suburbs covered at all times by a mass of squabbling black-grey-white birds, some coming in through open windows and relaying messages to their commanders from the far portions of the country
this is a global war, and gramma can talk to all of them--crows speak a universal language with different dialects, and being that she's at least one-hundred years old herself, she's taken the time to learn them all
her daughter would have, too, were she not dead
mark is learning. slowly, but he's already able to squawk back to her in perfect pronounciation
and it is him, oddly, that the wounded birds flock to. i recall one instance when an injured spy flew into their command room, with gramma giving a briefing to all--the poor thing kept shouting it's one message to the room, the two crows translated, and it wouldn't stop shrieking, it was horrible, it was bleeding and broken and dying
mark picked it up and cuddled it to his breast, stroking the bloodied black feathers and taking whatever nips the poor thing might have given him
his voice was low, scratchy, soothing, mama crow to her baby who's afraid of falling out the nest
he held it until it died like that
his gramma is perturbed by the way they all trust him, and gather to him. would there be a crow king to match the raven king?