#birdkore

There is a pause in which no movement comes then overgrown talons dig into the stick, frost forming beneath the scourge’s feet. The ice braces their crippled limb as they push away from the table and pull themself upright and slowly walk sideways along the stick, growing ever closer to the other’s hand as their wide eyes glow bright and feral. The voice that comes forth from the bird is not of its body, a discordant clash of overlapping vocals out of synch with one another, malice within their promise; “I am never gone.”

> All hail Birdkore.

-- Rassayana

So have them stealing someone’s jewellery.

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I have no idea where they’d have gotten a candle that narrow but it needed to fit in their beak, so.