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Basic information about Raven's!
Raven (Corvus corax) is a big, black bird most frequently living in North Europe and North America.
Raven is the most common member of the genus Corvus. This bird like to eat everything, this is really helpful because he can find food everywhere. The most popular things are: berries, carcass, bugs, small amphibia and sometimes rodents.
Ravens live 10-15 years on freedom. This birds are very sociable in their youth but old chap's are happy with their only partner Couple is together to the end of their life's
This bird's are very intelligent but also they don't trust people.
Basic information about Crow's!
Crow's (Corvus cornix) are large passerine birds form the genus Corvus. They are smaller than Raven's and not always so black. Their plumage is more charcoal and sometimes white with black. They live in Europe, Cyprus, Asia, Egypt, Canada, Indonesia, Norway, Sicily, Iraq and many more countries. This bird is more comfortable with human and like to fly around the cities. Like Ravens, also this birds are making couples for all life
Eastern Carrion Crow
Large-billed Crow, and many more!
Atticus Reaper IIAtticus Reaper I by ~MercuryBitt632
That night in Graveyard was a calm one, the yellow moon full, and the crows and ravens resting on bare tree branches. Through this calmness, there was an ominous feel to the air, for a meeting was to be held by Grim Reaper. He stood out in the woods, his black hood over his skull, and guards in red cloths circled him.
"Would you please give me my scythe?" He gasped with an inhuman dialect. A raven flew off its perch and flew off, and returned with the weapon in its beak. Grim Reaper reached out and grasped it, quietly saying thank you to the raven. It looked, screeched, and flew off to another part of the vast woods of Graveyard.
"Bring forth Prince Atticus."
Out of a nearby tree, Atticus hoisted himself upside down, using a thread of silk. Young Atticus cut the thread, flipped himself over and approached Grim Reaper and dropped to one knee. Throughout Graveyard, all was still. It was as through was paused for such a meeting.
"Atticus," Grim Reaper said in his old human voice, "I req
The MessengersThey have sent their messengers - immaculate crowsThe Messengers by ~Kay-March
arriving from the deep cauldron of the Night
to test me, with this dark matter made of black stars
that consumes everything, every single piece
of what I used to call my own existence
I am drained, almost empty, soon... nothing to be
my wrecks drifting, sink into the void
on the shores of the constellation named dissolution
with its desperation satellites always returning
into these elliptic curves eclipsing
where my rings are - already a lapse in time
leaping for the Great Quest
The raven gods that are coming,
relentlessly… blackening my waters
called dearly once by tears of rain,
now merely floating, escaping from pain
thrown to the cliffs like poisoned wine
I see far beyond the background of things,
Aurora is mourning this bloody new sky
dooming the horizons for eternity
renaming tomorrow land
a chunk of time passing too fast for me,
I know the morning will never be
forgetting another slice of me
Why the messengers look so fa
This Sadness Without a CauseThis sadness without a causeThis Sadness Without a Cause by ~Kay-March
like an old rebel
holds me back, keeps me in
dancing alone inside the castles that
I have been building
half my life - higher and higher
Impaled in the walls goes my heart
already alabaster and bloody ruby jewelry
rising in the staircases applying to Heaven's doors
behind stays... a well of wishes forged in Hell
after the leaves have fallen, one by one
as dreams and aspirations broken
The dark cold finds a way
to get into my skin, deep in
and my soul finds no compelling reason to fight against
this frozen emotion crystallized in time
immortalized by fragments of seconds
by the mere thought of you near
The window view exposes nothing new
the snow lies down... desperate in its whiteness
accepting me as its prisoner or guest
far away from the riverside, my water crumbles
I close my eyes and the sea comes to me
with the shape of clear blue skies in tears
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