Rainbow Crow (brokensong) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-31 15:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | highways, rainbow crow |
Who: Crow, Highways
What: Just hanging around, getting used to the city again.
When: Sunday, May 31st, noonish
Where: Central Park, bishes.
Warnings: TBD
This felt familiar - standing in a tree and staring out at the world from inside its branches. Except Crow's - Eric's view had been vastly different once upon a time. Still, this place called to him. This city, this state, this land called to him. This was the home of his people. New York was where he brought fire from The Creator. And so he had flocked back because it called.
He'd been back a couple of years ago, in Albany arguing with some wildlife bastards who were driving away the crows and destroying their winter roosts. The more he stood in one place, the more of the black birds that seemed to follow until there was a storytelling of crows in his tree. (He only used 'murder' when it was necessary to be negative. The other word for a group of crows was storytelling. But if you knew the stories that crows tell, you wouldn't think that one positive either.)
He fell out of the tree - well not really fell. More like he slipped out of the high branches and landed with a hard thud on his feet, shocking a couple of joggers into yelping. But he just waved politely and smiled. He caught the word 'freak' and just sort of shrugged it off.