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The Corax are up to something
Mar. 8th, 2012 10:28 pmOh, they are. Something is going down tonight, something big.
I went on my first walk of the season today after work, and the sky full of grey clouds made for a bit of a dim walk towards the end. I was thinking how erie the atmosphere was when a cacophony of screeches and caws began to echo across the river valley.
There were crows, somewhere on the other side of the river, and they sounded like they were fighting.
Then a seething mass arrowed towards the trees to the left of me, and I realized that it wasn't a fight, but a gathering. Of at least a hundred of them. They crossed the river and begun to settle in the trees, still making a racket that was amplified by the valley of the river.
They had settled near the sewage treatment plant, which is of course worrying. And not far from that odd door by the train tracks, the one that appears to lead into the side of a hill that has a cemetery on top. I've often wondered if the Nosferatu den there, or possibly some of the local Glasswalkers.
Whoever is staying there, they have visitors. That must have been every Corax in North America, and if they were that loud about a meeting, it was because of something very important.
I went home and hunkered down. Thankfully the sky was still a deep blue on the drive home, and it wasn't full dark yet.
I went on my first walk of the season today after work, and the sky full of grey clouds made for a bit of a dim walk towards the end. I was thinking how erie the atmosphere was when a cacophony of screeches and caws began to echo across the river valley.
There were crows, somewhere on the other side of the river, and they sounded like they were fighting.
Then a seething mass arrowed towards the trees to the left of me, and I realized that it wasn't a fight, but a gathering. Of at least a hundred of them. They crossed the river and begun to settle in the trees, still making a racket that was amplified by the valley of the river.
They had settled near the sewage treatment plant, which is of course worrying. And not far from that odd door by the train tracks, the one that appears to lead into the side of a hill that has a cemetery on top. I've often wondered if the Nosferatu den there, or possibly some of the local Glasswalkers.
Whoever is staying there, they have visitors. That must have been every Corax in North America, and if they were that loud about a meeting, it was because of something very important.
I went home and hunkered down. Thankfully the sky was still a deep blue on the drive home, and it wasn't full dark yet.
