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Dreamt about tiny little mice that I was trying to save and I accidentally left one in a glass of water so while the other little mice grew bigger and bigger that one didn't so when I came back I had many little mice that were like one inch and then a little one that was drowning in a glass of water and that one was maybe like one centimetre and I threw the water away and put the mice on the floor and it started spouting out water and growing in front of my eyes and it was beautiful and I wanted to adopt them all

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The story of Queen Corvidae as of today Jan 3, 2015...Goal to keep working on it....

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“Report” The Queen said. Every dawn she asked her children to tell her what was happening in the world around her. It had been the same since the day great father Odin had touched her forehead and told her to awake. He had then commanded her to gift him with her best sons to serve him. For two Ravens served by his side he saw a need for an army built on information. A hive mind of black winged birds.

"Mother" They always called her thus. "Something has changed.” Indeed it had. She was ready.

The Queen was elegant, beautiful, sublime and the leader of an army of the most intelligent flying species in the planet. The crows….

STORY BY ALSIA SOISET. To be continued……

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The Story of the Queen of the Crows:

"Mother, the clans are becoming restless. There is something coming and they don't like it. " Her lieutenant reported to her, strain in his voice. He was one of her many sons that served her.

Queen Corvidae could feel it too. It was a queasy feeling mixed with anticipation. She just wanted whatever it was to happen.

"Thank you son, you are dismissed back to your clan. I think it's time I have a talk with the All-Father Odin." Queen Corvidae was tired. The trip to get to the All-Father was long and dangerous but she had no choice.

0002 of the Queen of Crows by Alsia Soiset

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Well the trip to the all father was long and dangerous in a way.

She really did hate changing her form into human. Being a immortal she never aged. She was dark haired gorgeous Goth princess. She wore black of course. To keep current with the fashion of the times she had a number of symbolically and specially placed tattoos. She could care less about her human form, it was just a way to move among the humans conveniently.

She stared at herself in the mirror of her black Mustang. Her eyes looked back at her almost black in color.

I'd rather be flying. She thought that driving was so cumbersome almost profane. Dammit, where are my handmaidens? I have to make it to Ballard to meet with the All-Father.

Story and Photography by Alsia Soiset

Skadi and Trix were late to meet with their Queen, their mother….Queen Corvidae. Her handmaidens where busy patrolling their roosting grounds. They were passionate about their job, some could say ruthless. Meh. Crows served their own purposes and their clan. All else didn’t matter. Except in this instance. When the Queen called they were duty bound to respond.

"Skadi, we have to get the Queen, and we need to change into human form." Trix was not pleased to have to change. She lived to fly, to be with her clan mates. Human bodies were cumbersome and frankly to her mind ugly.

Skadi and Trix changed. They wore black. No surprise. Crow people prefer black. Skadi had a blue Mohawk, because if you were going to be human she figured you should have fun. Skadi was pure mischief but the Queen trusted her because she had been her handmaiden since the beginning.

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Queen Corvidae/A Story of the Queen of Crows by Alsia Soiset -

"Where are they?" The Queen asked into thin air. Her handmaidens better get here quick. She started thinking of ways to make their lives more interesting, maybe she would have them find her something shiny and expensive. Something sparkly.

"Queen we are sorry we are late," said Trix. She looked at Skadi accusingly.

"What? I can't help it if I had to put together a decent outfit." Skadi was one to preen herself in either form. She prided herself on her blue Mohawk and she liked her outfit to match.

"Let's go girls. I hope you brought your favorite weapons. We are going to meet with the All-Father but I have no idea what he wants so we better go prepared. Last time he sent us to take care of one of his messes we almost got killed." The Queen wasn't pleased but she knew that this time Odin needed her to help with something that was of their mutual concern.

She wasn't a particularly good driver. Hence the dangerous part of the journey. Trix and Skadi looked pained and held onto the car and tried not to transform back into birds to get away. Duty to your Queen really could be challenging...

0006: Queen Corvidae by Alsia Soiset

As the gentle screams of her handmaidens went on in the background as she drove towards Ballard, the All-Father, and most likely a heap of trouble she thought of what she had to leave behind.

She was responsible for one of the largest Roosts in the city. She was the hive mind for all of the crows across the world but her home was Carkeek Park. She liked the ocean views, the forests and she missed her mate.

As an immortal she had to learn that life and death were fluid things. As a crow, family was everything. Your mate had your back, your children, your parents and siblings. As an immortal she forever lived but her family changed and morphed over the millennia. It didn't matter because she loved them all fiercely.

She had left her mate in charge of the family, her precious crows. He was well suited for the task as she had chosen him from all the male crows, but she hated to be away. Her handmaidens were the only ones who lived as she did, immortal, gifted to her to watch and protect her. Sigh, Skadi and Trix were the best, the most fierce excepting in the case of her driving.

"Please stop screaming you two, I think we are just about to Ballard and then I have to park this hulk of a car." She said with annoyance. I mean, if you can't handle a car weaving in and out of traffic at high speeds what kind of bird were you anyway?

She could see through the eyes of her crows. The mother and guardian of the hive mind of her winged family. If she wanted she could access each and every mind for information. Her consciousness held a thousand eyes and with them the information of the human realm, the spirit realm, any realm her birds could see. They saw in ultraviolet and polarized vision. Crows could see so much. Odin in his wisdom used this ability of hers and of the crows to collect information, to sift through it and report to him. Odin could see but the reason he could was because he had the Ravens and Crows working for him. Without them his vision dimmed.

Most of the time she only allowed a select few of her crows vision enter into her consciousness. Otherwise she found it difficult to navigate the human form. Her mate was one of those strong connections she monitored. He was in charge of their large tribe. He oversaw conflicts and held court while she was gone. She checked in as she was approaching her destination to see Odin in Ballard.

As she looked through her mate's eyes she saw fire. She could feel his fear, the crows in her family were terrified. She started loosing control of the black Mustang.

"What the Fuck!" screamed Skadi. She could see that her Queen was somewhere else. She knew that something bad was happening because her Queen, the strength of her tribe was ashen and looked terribly afraid and then terribly alone. Worst of all she had lost complete control over the vehicle and Skadi was sure they were going to crash into the car in front of them.

"Something's wrong!" yelled Trix. Trix too was feeling the waves of fear wash over her mistress. Her Queen was never afraid. She was fearless and somewhat ruthless in her rulings. This was bad, very bad......

Story By Alsia Soiset and copyrighted 2014.

0008 Queen Corvidae by Alsia Soiset, Photo found on internet by Bob Bianson. (White Ravens and Albino's Exist in the Northwest, which is quite amazing and beautiful)

Skadi reached across the front seat of her queen. Taking the steering wheel in her hands she brought the car into a supermarket parking lot.

"Queen you must press the breaks!" screamed Trix. She was getting ready to slap her but knew that would have it's own consequences. Dying wasn't one of them so she thought the alternative was preferable. Whatever was happening inside of Queen Corvidae's head it was all consuming. She was afraid to know what had happened.

Trix focused back to the problem at hand. Stopping this stupid car. It just affirmed her hatred of cars. Flying was so much more convenient and elegant and it didn't involved huge constructions of metal flying towards other hulking metal death traps.

"Fire!" cried the queen.

"They're dead, all my children at Carkeek." When she first connected to her lover and mate she saw all her beloved children. Then suddenly she could hear the screams and see only bright light. Fire. Normally her crows would know to fly away but it was an explosion of fire. Sudden and all consuming. Her other children that lived throughout the world could feel her cry in their heads. Throughout the world the crow world went on high alert. The Queen had yelled inside their heads.

"Beware to all, there is darkness afoot. I will find it and together we will remove it. We will destroy this enemy so completely there will be no sound, no stories about this being, we are one family, united we will have our justice." And as a whole species they knew her words were true. The bravest warriors from all the clans across the world were already finding their way to her. Her army of black.

0009: Queen Corvidae, Chapter 2 in which we meet Josie.

Josephine, or Josie as she liked to be called watched the fire trucks head down the hill from her house. Smoke was pouring from Carkeek park. She could hear the fire. She never thought she would be able to hear fire. It was so loud and the smoke was almost too much. She should go back inside her house and try not to cry. Her favorite park! Her crows and seagulls and ducks and trees.

What had happened? How could a fire start? It had rained all day. In Seattle the rain was so soggy and it permeated through every layer of clothing until you were cold and damp all the way through. How could a fire start in that?

Everyday she would go down to the park after work. She felt happy there and she loved watching the crows fly and caw at each other. She took her dinner at the park often and always brought her camera with her. She was amassing a huge collection of bird pictures. It was a comfort to her. She was often lonely. She never felt lonely watching and listening to the birds.

She grew up in foster homes most of her life. Never remembering her parents she often fantasied that she could be adopted by the crows. The family they had seemed close and big enough to include her. But unfortunately she was all too human.

And now her favorite place and her crows were gone. She felt waves of grief and panic grip her. Something was wrong! In her head she could hear waves of screaming and a message:

Where did that come from? And why could she hear it?

0010: Queen Corvidae, Chapter 2, Josie:

She cries herself to sleep. All she felt was desolation from the fire at Carkeek. Sleep came but her dreams were strange.

She dreamed that she was driving a car down the streets of Ballard. The car was moving in and out of traffic erratically. Women were screaming at her.

It shifted again and she saw herself naked. Her back had wings. They were tied on with black satin ribbon. The wings were black and huge. She knew she could fly with the wings. They felt natural and hers.

Then the dark sleep came. And she did not stir.

Queen Corvidae: 0011: Josie wakes up.

She woke up. It sucked. It felt like cold water on her consciousness. Waking up this morning felt harsh. Horrible knowing that things were forever different. She remembered the smell of the burning woods. Burning with an unnatural light, her woods gone. Her safe place destroyed. She wanted to go back to the oblivion of sleep. She couldn't though she knew. Now what? What would she do when she felt alone? She started to cry, a deep cry of grief. Not just from what had happened the night before, but from her pain of her life. She never knew her parents, she moved from place to place and she had found comfort in this small forest that day on the water. She communed with the crows and squirrels and seagulls and the small birds. They were her family, she felt connected to them. And there had been a group of crows she always fed when she went there. She was so deeply saddened. She hoped that some of the animals had gotten away. She hoped, she cried and cried. She was a mess, fucked up. she curled into a ball and drifted..... In and out of her grief. Again that strange sense of watching a movie inside of her head unfolded...

Queen Corvidae was numb. Her handmaidens were deeply worried. And when they worried they preferred to make it another's problem. Preferably with sharp objects. And with the result that the other was doing the worrying....

Story by Alsia Soiset and photos

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