Jul 18, 2013
x. witchesxandwizards x. holacamille
Another few pieces of bread went falling to the ground at the herd of pigeons in front of the male. A light snicker escaped his lips as he watched the little scavengers rage and fuss about, snatching the bread from right under each other's beaks. They were like his little army of minions, him baiting them up-- preparing them for battle. Perhaps if he made a trail of bread, and walked away, they would follow? That would be quite the sight. Walking down a major city street, a hoard of pigeons following him. Another small chuckle escaped his lips, as he tossed another piece. This was amusing.
