Damaged Oddity

Absinth lounged lazily near the entrance of her den, her sharp emerald eyes scanning the surroundings with an indifferent gaze. Her sleek monochromatic fur, standing out a bit more brightly against the sleet and steadily melting snow.

Her attention shifted to the ravens that flitted about, their dark feathers fluttering above the muted hues of the forest. Her trusted spies and companions, each with a unique personality and voice. She watched them with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her lips curling into a faint smirk.

One of the ravens, a larger one than most, perched on a low branch nearby and greeted her with a series of clicks and caws. It croaked out her name, its voice rough and gravelly, but laden with a strange affection.

Absinth tilted her head, regarding the bird with a cool, calculating expression. “What news, Vita?” She asked, her voice smooth and devoid of any pretense.

The bird, Vita, flapped her wings and hopped closer, her beady eyes glinting in the light; intelligence swirling within. “BlueBoy… Purple-Gold King… Badger… Test…. Fought…. Well.” She managed to articulate between clicks and caws. Absinth’s gaze immediately blazed to life, rising from her place of leisure rest as her lips pulled up in a hiss of displeasure. She gestured to the raven to point her in the direction of the event, tail lashing behind her as she moved to meet her boy. Of course there was no denying that Sephiran was the child’s father, but nursing him, weaning him — she would be damned if he died to that psychopath, especially in his first few weeks of life.



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