Three people have disturbed the nest...
A murder of crows surround you!
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angelic-lightning
—{♛}— He took a deep breath of air--unneeded but habitual; shifting his shoulders slightly. The raven that was perched his shoulder squawked loudly and flapped it's wings in displeasure at its owners movement, making the 'boy' coo at his pet in an attempt to calm it down. Amsel grew tired of his raven, every movement made it squawk and flap its wings. The cruel child was just about to snap its neck when he caught a strange smell in his nose. All thoughts of killing his bird were forgotten much to the pleasure of the raven mind you, as Amsel became focused on what he was smelling.
To him, the humans in this city smelled foul--unrefined in way. Almost like oil but he would sooner drink oil than the blood of these humans. Yet, the three people who he caught a whiff of didn't smell like garbage to him. In fact, they smelled like flowers, sugar, and death. This made the young male smile and scan the sea of people. Where oh where--ha!
Caught you.
Amsel began heading in their direction, best to introduce himself after all.
