*With the conclusion of the "trial", The artist looks above to see a crow flying overhead. This one seemed to move oddly compared to the other crows she has. Lifting her arm up, she holds out a finger and beckons the crow to land there. Soon the crow sends out a few caws and begins to dive down towards her. The crow barely missed the killer's head before flying out behind her. Turning to see where the crow went, she finds it sitting upon a large black stump in her realm. The stump seemed rather odd.. it actually doesn't look like a stump at all.. and it seems to be moving.*
*A small shadow creature appearing to be wandering her realm in search of something. The crow upon its head seems to be resting and less aggressive than just moments before. While watching the creature, it notices The Artist too. Walking up to her, the Artist see's its a rather small creature only being around three feet tall. It has no features beside its legs and two seemingly glowing white eyes. The creature gets close to the Artist before stopping and staring up at her. The crow on its head is now more noticbly different than her crow. It looks more or less dangerous than most crows and has this fiant aura of something much more wicked inside. The three stand there for what feels like a minute. The Shadow blinks before saying "Hello!" in a loud but cheerful voice.*
"My Name is Simon, and I speak for the Crows!"
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Carmina jumps back at the sudden loud greetings, forming jagged claws with her ink in preparation for self-defense. She growls, expecting an ambush. But the stumpy black form doesn't make another move, instead introducing itself, seemingly careless about her spark of aggression.
Her claws sheathe as her anger is replaced with puzzlement. Simon? She's never heard of a Simon here, killer or survivor. They must be new here or have been in hiding long enough for her not to notice. Nonetheless, she's intrigued by their appearance. They seem so cartoonishly out of place, it almost feels like she's in a dream.
'Speak for the crows?' Heh, she'll see about that. But... that crow they're with, it's strangely different from the rest of the flock. She has a bad feeling about this. Her guard remains upheld, unable to shake her worries, but she tries to be hospitable to the unusual visitor. She forces a smile and steps back, giving them space.
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