Once upon a midnight dreary

It was like a beacon for his arrival. The glowing stones of this foreign land called to him, telling him to come and rest. His wings sorely needed it as he alighted on a high, gleaming gold stone. He tucked his wings to his side and seemed to just... slump. Wilting in on himself as he sighed and closed his eyes. Hungry. Thirsty. He knew nothing about this place. Nothing at all. He'd had to leave his old home in a rush.

Damn them all.

All the ravens of his birth home. War. Conflict. He didn't mind either... except when he was on the losing side. So, he'd fled while the getting was good. He was no warrior. No fighter. Valor. Honor. Feh! Who cared? He liked all of his feathers in tact, thank you. Because of his quick wits, he'd managed to escape while being no worse for wear.

Except he was alone now.

The wind echoed around him in the fading sunlight. He knew nothing. Could hear nothing. He opened his beady, purple eyes. Staring about him. The fuck was he supposed to do now?