#dancing crows

[sockittomeinc]

Bird mating calls have been updated a little bit.

[digital-firefly-a]

Dancing.... crows?

@clxudin

How the hell did she manage to wind up in this part of town?  No matter.. She ditched the Blighters she was suppose to be babysitting (well, that’s what it felt like) and ducked out to find a pub all on her own where she could sit about and get wasted on booze.  Hopefully her crow wouldn’t fuss at her too much over the lack of grub for the evening.

Unfortunately as she was heading into the Dancing Pub, a downpour hit the streets outside and the redhead found herself fussing at her jacket with a deepening frown, “Blimey.” waving off the crow perched on her shoulder when it nips at her ear and grinds its beak trying to get her attention.

“Oi.”  she mutters, glancing up at the black feathered avian.  She half expected to be thrown out, or have to kick her small ally out into the storm, “Don’t cause a fuss and maybe they’ll let you stay.”  Maybe they actually would, though she doubted it.

The corvid fluffs its feathers out and shivers a bit, preening at its belly feathers before conveniently tossing some of the loose ones into her hair.  Temperance rolls her eyes, “Bloody bird..   I’ve already got a collection.. See?”  pointing at the two weaved into her hair.  The bird kraas at her and flaps its wings in protest, the two seeming to dispute something or another before she pushes the bird off her shoulder forcing it to fly off for a perch up above the patrons occupying the tables.

“Bloody sass me ya damn crow.  I’ll plug your damn feathers clear off your body and leave you in a cage until they grow back.”  Reaching the bar, she pulls a pouch of money and tosses it onto the bar, “Will this keep you from tossing us out?  And refilling my cup until I’m ready to be tossed out?”  Mismatched eyes; heterochromatic, drift between whatever gaze had met her own, waiting to see if she was set to remain, or if she were going to be run off.