Of Corvus
His
hair shone with ebony rainbows, flickers of deep red, deeper blue and
the flash of green, silver too, like the colors in an oil spill,
sleek beautiful and dangerous in the darkest of it's beauty thick and
silky, like feathers without the stem.. His eyes were black as coal
and could light with such a furious cimmerian fire.
A
pattern of spread wings curled in black ink over his moon-golden
shoulders, his cheek furrowed with a trio of lines like the scrape of
claws. A rook perched on his ribs, wings spread to take flight. A
raven from his hip cawed a sorrowed warning to its brother alighted
on his collar,shrinking into the distance of his skin.
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