12-05-2019, 03:42 PM
//OOC
Although he had likely already faded from the active memory of those who had briefly met him, many were likely to at least vaguely remember him. He had showed up in the middle of Tanglewood’s forest, bleeding from the head and with seemingly no memory of who he was. His anxious nature and fragile body brought mixtures of looks his way - some of pity, some of contempt, and some of hunger. Out of fear of losing his life, shortly after being given the name Bink until he remembered his own, the crow vanished without a trace.
Some figured he had gotten eaten by a predator, and others thought he may have gone to try and recover his memories. Truthfully, he had never really left. He had been hiding on the outskirts of the territory, in a less terrifying place with more accessible (and less dangerous) food sources. The wound on his head had reduced itself to an ugly, healing scab, which would no doubt end up as a scar.
But as temperatures dropped and food grew scarce, the crow, who could barely care for himself as is, realized he would die if he stayed where he was.
With a feeling nearing shame sitting in his heart, he found his way back into Tanglewood with a mixture of hopping and fluttering. He couldn’t remember how to fly. Or did he never know how in the first place? Clicking his beak uncertainly, he lurked around the outskirts of town, eyeing the coming and going Tanglers. Although his presence had been majorly noticed, he finally worked up the nerve to call out. ”I-I’m back...”
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #5163a0 - TAGSAlthough he had likely already faded from the active memory of those who had briefly met him, many were likely to at least vaguely remember him. He had showed up in the middle of Tanglewood’s forest, bleeding from the head and with seemingly no memory of who he was. His anxious nature and fragile body brought mixtures of looks his way - some of pity, some of contempt, and some of hunger. Out of fear of losing his life, shortly after being given the name Bink until he remembered his own, the crow vanished without a trace.
Some figured he had gotten eaten by a predator, and others thought he may have gone to try and recover his memories. Truthfully, he had never really left. He had been hiding on the outskirts of the territory, in a less terrifying place with more accessible (and less dangerous) food sources. The wound on his head had reduced itself to an ugly, healing scab, which would no doubt end up as a scar.
But as temperatures dropped and food grew scarce, the crow, who could barely care for himself as is, realized he would die if he stayed where he was.
With a feeling nearing shame sitting in his heart, he found his way back into Tanglewood with a mixture of hopping and fluttering. He couldn’t remember how to fly. Or did he never know how in the first place? Clicking his beak uncertainly, he lurked around the outskirts of town, eyeing the coming and going Tanglers. Although his presence had been majorly noticed, he finally worked up the nerve to call out. ”I-I’m back...”
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THIS IS THE FLIGHT OF A THOUSAND WISHES
SURELY, AT LEAST ONE WILL REACH THE HEAVENS — RIGHT?
( ✤ ) - —————————————— -「 crow » tanglewood member » tags » played by cakie ! 」
( ✤ ) - —————————————— -「 crow » tanglewood member » tags » played by cakie ! 」