Unkindness
I am a fictional character, in name and spirit. I enjoy fire and necromancy, and making heterosexual adventure stories as queer as physically possible.
They found him on the doorstep of a cold and gray human establishment and thought that no, this child did not belong in such a place. This child was not human. He was like them, with energy quivering just below the surface.
They took him away, blanket clasped tight between talons, the repetitive beating of wings a lullaby to hush the child’s cries. They took him to their nest and laid with him.
As he grew the energy quivering beneath the surface of his skin leaked and bled out of his orifices, confused and untrained and excited to fly. He was raised a raven but he was born without wings.
The nest became too small, the ground became too close and the forest tried time and time again to change him. But he remained a flightless bird with magic pulsing through his veins.
He fell in love with a women, a witch, who’s hair was as black as his mother’s wings and who’s skin was as aged as the tree he grew old in. He asked her if she could teach him how to fly.
She gave him four legs and taught him to run.
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Andrman
Oh! Good catch! I'll change that right away! Glad you liked it, I think there might be more to come, not sure really
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ElshaHawk LoA
(who's = whose; you don't mean 'who is hair')
Plenty of transformation in this piece. Not sure how he was 'like them' when they couldn't teach him their ways; the ravens. The witch doesn't seem to be much help either.
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Abby
Very cool premise. You say such a lot with few words (in a very good way). I love the 4th paragraph. This whole piece is beautifully written and incredibly poetic. Amazing imagery, set in an interesting world. I'd like to read more.
You might want to change "the repetitively beating of wings" to "the repetitive beating of wings" or even "the repetitive beat of wings". Idk, that bit just jarred me a little but I may have read it wrong.
Seriously though. More? Please?