SkywardSocks
Generally Confused
Achyls perched on a branch overlooking the battlefield, content in watching in her Raven form. All she could see was senseless violence. It amused her, but disturbed her. This was not the way of the people, surely? She decided to take a closer look, circling the fields much like a buzzard would, listening to shouts and screams of the now damned.
After a while, she shifted back to her natural form, sitting carefully on the branch of a tree, smiling slyly at those fighting for their lives. The fear of battle amused her, and she tried to hide her laughs. Unfortunately, it may have been just a little too loud.
After a while, she shifted back to her natural form, sitting carefully on the branch of a tree, smiling slyly at those fighting for their lives. The fear of battle amused her, and she tried to hide her laughs. Unfortunately, it may have been just a little too loud.