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the lonely crow
In an age before humans dawned. An age when the dead sea was just sick and the waters were as clear as air. Crows existed. They would hunt in packs even attacking eagles to protect their young and their food. Smart creatures. Social creatures. They would hunt in packs called murders. giving off an aura of purple and white. So magnificent it coukd make any piece of art look like child's play. One day a strongfemale crow and strong male crow gave birth to a hideos crow. His one eyes was cut and his beak was bent. He was missing toes and though he could function as any other bird he was so awful looking and big the mother died whilst birthing him. He wasn't even 1 year old when he was kicked out of his murder. Not even his father dtayed but him. He couldn't even fly yet to chase after them. He grew up being slightly bigger than other crows but not by much. His aure shined black and red. A husk. He was solitiary and hunted alone tough he was kind and gentle and cared for all life accept those who he thought of as evil. A kind crow with a husk absent of almost all emotions but rage and sadness. He felt like he had no freedom even with his wings. He felt like had no love...and it tormented him.
One day he hunted for food. Nearby a small group of three crows were walking on the grass. Two normal crows and one baby crow. Then an eagle came down for food. The two crows ran in fear. Terrified of the eagle because they were not in a murder. The baby crows tripped and couldn't fly. The lonely crow saw the eagle dive down. He was going to hit the baby. Without thinking the lonely crow dashed forward. His body moving without thinking. He hit the eagle mid air and the eagle crashed into the floor instead of the baby. Angered the eagle attacked the lonely crow. Clawed at his wings. Picked him up and bashed him against the floor. The other crows stood and watched too afraid to even interfere. With a last attempt to save the baby crow the lonely crow sinked his claws into eagle's eyes and flew upward. Hos aura red and black filled the sky. It was magnificent. Though beautifull the emotion those colors represented were overwhelming. A life of sadness and rage. Depair. Yet here afyer being abondend he saved a baby crow for no benefit to himself. The other crows never understood why he did this. The lonely crow lifted the eagle very high then finnally ripped his claws deeper killing the eagle. Though the eagle had destroyed the crows wings. Exhausted with his claws trapped in the eagle's skull and torn wings he just fell down to the ground. He didn't even react. His aura died slowly. But yet he smiled for in the end he saved another inocent life. He lived to save others. As he hit the ground he took his final breath. The other crows cried at his death. Some even respected his sarcifice. And the lufe of the baby crow he saved went on to achieve great things and turned into a kind soul just as that if the one who had saved him.
© salvation writing
One day he hunted for food. Nearby a small group of three crows were walking on the grass. Two normal crows and one baby crow. Then an eagle came down for food. The two crows ran in fear. Terrified of the eagle because they were not in a murder. The baby crows tripped and couldn't fly. The lonely crow saw the eagle dive down. He was going to hit the baby. Without thinking the lonely crow dashed forward. His body moving without thinking. He hit the eagle mid air and the eagle crashed into the floor instead of the baby. Angered the eagle attacked the lonely crow. Clawed at his wings. Picked him up and bashed him against the floor. The other crows stood and watched too afraid to even interfere. With a last attempt to save the baby crow the lonely crow sinked his claws into eagle's eyes and flew upward. Hos aura red and black filled the sky. It was magnificent. Though beautifull the emotion those colors represented were overwhelming. A life of sadness and rage. Depair. Yet here afyer being abondend he saved a baby crow for no benefit to himself. The other crows never understood why he did this. The lonely crow lifted the eagle very high then finnally ripped his claws deeper killing the eagle. Though the eagle had destroyed the crows wings. Exhausted with his claws trapped in the eagle's skull and torn wings he just fell down to the ground. He didn't even react. His aura died slowly. But yet he smiled for in the end he saved another inocent life. He lived to save others. As he hit the ground he took his final breath. The other crows cried at his death. Some even respected his sarcifice. And the lufe of the baby crow he saved went on to achieve great things and turned into a kind soul just as that if the one who had saved him.
© salvation writing
