04-01-2018, 11:07 AM
Why did Cry follow this young girl around? .... she was not sure, she had to admit. She could not do much during recovery. As far as her own knowledge went, she was still a wild animal to these folks. A pet, for lack of a better term. A clan mascot. A cute little critter to keep around and take care of. Perhaps it gave the young ones a sense of responsibility and purpose. ... Damn her soft spot of children. They were too innocent to yell at like she did the elders of the village. She always did have a sense of justice. There was no purpose in fighting and besting someone that could not fight back. There was no accomplishment out of that. One would even be called cowardly if they took out an easy target. There was nothing strong in that. It was just a waste of the gift of life. It was .... sad.
Cry was a warrior. A guardian. A protector. That was the role she was given by her people at birth. Well. That's what her instincts told her anyways. Even though she still practiced her species's natural traditions with her brother, she grew away from her grove. In the city. Where she learned how to fight on her own (how strange it was to be two feet tall in a karate class!). Despite that, she was still a protector by heart. She only deemed a very small set few worthy of her protection, but a protector none the less. She had an acute sense of when something was going to go wrong. She was a bit paranoid, yes, and a good seventy five percent of the time she's just panicking. But! Things do go wrong. And she could feel something wrong here. Something churning and brewing deep in her gizzard. Something was wrong. Something was very... very wrong.
Cry huffed as she came out of hiding, pressing close to London. Weave the facade. The raven stared up at the girl, a coo caught in her throat. She wouldn't show weakness, but she wouldn't show strength either. She did not trust this beast that came up to their borders. She had an aura. An aura that she did not trust. Cry bit back a growl, her feathers puffing up. Do not trust. Do not trust. You cannot trust. Trust and it leads to your demise. You only need you. Keep your family safe.
... What she would give to get rid of her instincts.
"SPEECH"
Cry was a warrior. A guardian. A protector. That was the role she was given by her people at birth. Well. That's what her instincts told her anyways. Even though she still practiced her species's natural traditions with her brother, she grew away from her grove. In the city. Where she learned how to fight on her own (how strange it was to be two feet tall in a karate class!). Despite that, she was still a protector by heart. She only deemed a very small set few worthy of her protection, but a protector none the less. She had an acute sense of when something was going to go wrong. She was a bit paranoid, yes, and a good seventy five percent of the time she's just panicking. But! Things do go wrong. And she could feel something wrong here. Something churning and brewing deep in her gizzard. Something was wrong. Something was very... very wrong.
Cry huffed as she came out of hiding, pressing close to London. Weave the facade. The raven stared up at the girl, a coo caught in her throat. She wouldn't show weakness, but she wouldn't show strength either. She did not trust this beast that came up to their borders. She had an aura. An aura that she did not trust. Cry bit back a growl, her feathers puffing up. Do not trust. Do not trust. You cannot trust. Trust and it leads to your demise. You only need you. Keep your family safe.
... What she would give to get rid of her instincts.
"SPEECH"