Caw Caw!

I'll fly with a murder of crows.

In all his life, the god had never seen one of the black birds. Perhaps there was not enough carrion about for the flesh-eaters? Or were they simply flying in the grey boiling skies above? Why could the god not fly to them all, like in the stories he had been told? Burning irises flickered as the obsidian mass sauntered through a gulley, almost admiring the scenery, but yet still with eyes focused forwards. His banner would catch at his heels at times, as his sharp frame would traverse the landscape.

The sun would appear for a brief moment, and the world was plunged into daylight, but one peculiar spot would glow unnaturally and shimmer. 'What the hell is that?' He only could slither forth, now slink-like for defense should this shiny thing attack him. Just before the sun hid itself behind the clouds, he discovered a strange bird's nest, woven with normal material, but... it was lined with jewelry?! What creature hoarded shiny things and put it in their nest? He would inhale, and past the metallic scents of iron and gold, he could smell a recent bird's visit. A crow?! He would slowly step back and lie down, paying his respects to the presence of the crow should it come soon. Hopefully the gods would not bring damnation and hell upon him simply for poking in a nest of the holy birds. He then stood up, his nose tingling as he almost heard a sharp caw nearby. He narrowed his eyes and searched the skies.