Blackfeather Woods [BWP] Numb.

Quick, someone save Venamis before he gets squished.  :O
Could be a good death opportunity if you're considering killing your own character.

In the days since the forest first shook, Blackfeather fell quiet. The crows no longer squabbled like they once did - in fact, they were barely present at all. Venamis, the boy who'd scowled at them during his time in the woods, had of course noticed their dispersal. How many times had he wished them away? It seemed they'd been granted, yet their absence filled him with a new discomfort.

He padded quietly beneath the canopy, listening to the soft pitter patter of rainfall on the leaves above, and contemplated an anxiety that had fluttered in the pit of his belly since. Something in him made him feel like he should go, move on like the crows had, he he didn't want to. Venamis had no real ties to Blackfeather, wasn't fond of those who inhabited it, but where could he go? Crawling back to his mother and father?

He snorted at the idea.

Nah, he was determined to stick this out despite the oppression that hung over him, and his mind turned to plotting his next tricks on Blackfeather's other youngsters. As he did so, something stirred in the ground and the boy paused to observe, raven ears pricked in surprise as a nearby tree swayed and groaned - threatened to topple to the ground on which he stood.