@veiledhonor ↳ P L O T T E D .
There was something in the air and it wasn’t the smell of red bean soup. It was the loud cry of a crow, the violent flapping of its wings. The sound of a larger bird looming over it with a slightly wider wingspan --a raven--. A scenario like this was some sick sort of parable. The raven was ordered to protect meanwhile the crow wanted the opposite. What made it even odder ? This wasn’t just any crow. Something was going to happen. Disappearing from the ground and into the safety of the trees, he silently watched.
The atmosphere had changed --- the birds had stopped singing, the forest creatures had stopped moving. Malice and animosity hung in the air that it made the hairs on his arms stand on end. There was also the feel of a. . .wary but gentler presence, mysterious. Black eyes narrowed before his hand gripped the hilt of his tanto. Whoever was making their way towards the village wasn’t looking for a peaceful place to stay.
Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ. Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ !