#serapio

"The Odo Sedoh dreamed, and in his dreams, he was legion. He was black-winged murder flying over a vast sea. He was the bloodthirsty havoc of beak and talon. He was the stately flock that wheeled over a city stained by injustice. He became the shout of a thousand prayers on a thousand lips. He became a prophecy of revenge. He became the blossoming shadow that engulfed a sun. He was Crow who then became the slaughter"

Oh perfect, it's time for me to spread book propoganda:

Imagine, if you will, a 6 foot something, imposing man, he has long black hair and crows answer his call. Peeking our from under his clothes you can see a pattern etched into his skin. He is the vessel of a god.

He is a mommas boy, he has no social skills (the crows that flock to him are his only friends and he loves them sososo much), he covers his scarred eyes with a cloth specifically because he doesn't want his injury to creep people out, he's so afraid and so kind and so gentle. He wants nothing more than for the girl he likes to tell him stories and teach him about the stars.