My Crow Management RPG

[Bêthberry]

His left wing tipping down, Pip'kha slipped away from Akaaw, towards the west which was still shadowed by the sunrise climbing slowly over the mountain peaks. Hovering, he surveyed the land across Methedras. There would be a strong updraft they would have to battle, but perhaps they could ride high and then swoop down where the land formed flat plains. Then he returned to the rock face where the flock had settled for the night.

"Shreesh, shreesh," he screeched as he flew between the various companies, stopping to peck at Iadoc, Brak, and Kadwyr--Iadoc in particular, who was such a sleepybird.

"Rise you torpid birds and work off your gorging from yesterday. We've a long flight ahead of us and land we haven't seen before. Grain fields with seeds galore for those of you tired of flesh. And water in the distance. Up with you and off your tails."

Up and down along the granite face Pip'kha scrambled, rousing even the stragglers with a personal word, not harsh, but good-natured, making most of the flock look forward to the day before them. Then, he spiralled high, drawing them after him in a mass so large it left its own shadow, ominously, against the rock face.

(OOC: Frankly, my 1000th post.)

[ January 21, 2003: Message edited by: Bethberry ]