Jack sat upon the crooked branch of a dark tree. Its leaves were gone. He stared into the dark forest, his new home, if he wished. Or he could decide something else was better. His feathers were ruffled, his eyes distant as he was in thought. He had thought about joining the clan of crows here, who he had heard were often in wars with the ravens. They could use a warrior like Jack. But on the other hand wing, he would not be nearly as pampered or spoiled or pleased as usual. And he would have to get along with many. In a crowd of ten, he would usually only get along with one or two. Perhaps these were different. Perhaps they were warriors filled with bloodlust as he. But he didn't know for sure. For today, he would not take the risk.
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Jack's dark eyes looked up to a voice. Another crow sat perched, bodyguards hovering (maybe literally hovering, as in flying) around him. He was small, smaller than Jack, but each and every one of the men around him all seemed just as large and intimidating as Jack.
"I am not, Sir. I thought about asking to join your lines, and I have not made my descision yet." He rumbled low and quiet. His voice was completely respectful, yet not weak or humble. This man was important, he could tell, and a fellow crow, he also seemed older than Jack.
"I have only recently arrived in these lands." Meanwhile the ebony bird was unaware of the raven queen spying on them.
Morrigan was one sneaky fowl. She was always around, in one way or another, and most of the times she went unnoticed. Erebus would've sent his guard to kill her right away in the event of having noticed her, but she knew how to move in the shadows pretty well, and so far none of the crows that were under Erebus' command was aware of her presence. Not even Erebus himself. He was just focused on the outsider and his words.
"What makes you doubt?" the dark lord questioned calmly. He wanted the young blackbird to be sure that he wanted to make a life with the Spyros before making any decision, he knew that rushed calls never made for good endings, and he didn't want to risk Jack falling in the deadly claws of Morrigan and her battalion.
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Jack was just about to reply to the man when dark birds with ugly shaped beaks and ruffled necks shot down from the trees towards the bodyguards. And one, screeched to 'Erebus' that she was ready to sing his death song. She might have looked okay if not for the missing eye. "What the-" He said in shock, his deep voice filled with surprise. He had no idea what was going on, but they were being ambushed. He had no idea why. Jack flew up a foot or two and darted down onto one of Morrígan's guards, trying to get him off a bodyguard. His sharp dark claws were aimed towards the raven's eyes, ready to yank them out like he had to a wolf or two before.