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[Faulkor]

 

Simple as the raven may be, it is still a greedy, beady eyed creature. This one in particular has stolen the soul of a stallion. The bird took over slowly at first - feathers bursting through horse hide, then wings, then the beak, and then the cravings for carrion. For a few months Faulkor existed as both raven and horse in one - neither beast quite able to overpower the other.  Now the raven sits upon a throne of rotting branches, unable to reach the stallion it once was. Perhaps, Beqanna was punishing him for his greed - punishing him for fooling with magic he had no right to possess. But, the raven does not care.  A flutter of wings through the quiet of the forest catches his attention. The raven tilts his head as he watches her body morph and grow easily into the form of a dusk colored mare. The raven trills sharply - a cry of exasperation, perhaps.  “Well, hello there.” she says, looking at her reflection in a pool of murky glass. The raven replies with a caw that carries through the hollows of the forest. He leaps from his perch high in the treetops, gliding gently down (he has grown all to used to his wings now). He lands upon the mare’s withers, all sense of cordiality lost.  “Help.” he seems to say, but all that escapes his beak is the raven’s raucous caw. F A U L K O R