Clan of Corvids

Unsettling darkness, luring shadows and eerie mist beneath your stumbling paws, the old, heady scent of fallen fir uncontrollably tangling your mind and luring your lost soul further onto the dense forest. Meaningful yet quiet, wary whispers are deafened by the fantasy of possible danger you imagine. Birds caw, threatening to consume your tired remnants as nothing but invisible ashes are left from your past consciousness, which remained just before you've wandered onto this place. This might be the end, the very last moments, the whole possibilities of free life in wilderness flashed through your gloomy gaze. In anticipation of a warm nest, softer than your own pelt and smell of it sweeter than your mother's breath your paws collapse, leaving your tired self on the damp, cold ground and letting the blood leak and calm the dust through your horrible wound.

Things feel better. Well, at least for your scar. Chilly moonlight humbly filtered through the lush mossy entrance of a den that seemed familiar, yet so strange. It oddly feels like you've been here before.. Several, ragged and old nests were set, but no one else was there to own them. It reeked of rotten bird flesh, no doubt - a corvid skull rested near. Chills! After brief inspection of the cave itself, you attempt to stand up and peek out without wondering how the hell have you transferred from a forest to this place.

Your paw landed on a bone. Marrow. Never seen that shape before.

PLZ IGNORE THIS THIS IS WIP