Almost as soon as he bowed, the black avian would begin to chatter and clack his beak endlessly, before he would lower his wings and allow him to see the glimmering jewels intertwined with the nesting material. As soon as his burning amber eyes would lay upon the bird's adobe, he heard fluttering, as feathers flew in his mouth. The crow had landed upon his back and nestled himself in his wide shoulders, presumably to trap him. The male's large figure could easily throw the bird off, but he allowed him to remain, his shoulders still easily working to peer within the nest, his back rising as he planted his paws on the trunk of the tree to add height, and the nest was easily in his view.
"My name is in fact Krovus, but the King Krovus I was referring to was you... Crows are such majestic and beautiful creatures." As soon as he spoke, amber eyes were engrossed in the visions of flying amongst a murder of crows, and his maw began to tip downward until he was unconsciously snorting in his nest. Somehow yet, his body was still tensed, as he almost could feel the birds slowing down to attack him. He snorted one last time, a necklace catching on his nose as he raised his crown, in a daze, or on accident, and it would rip from the nesting material, but it soon fell as he moved his crown about, the sharp and uncut chain slicing his nose. A soft thump followed as it went into the grasses, hard to find. He rolled his shoulders in attempt to remove the bird from his movement, as he nosed the grass, remembering the sharp clanging scent of the necklace, and the shimmer of it's jewels. His nose would meet metal as he parted his lips, carefully hooking it with his incisors and clamping it in his jaws, then rising once more to place it in the nest, should the black avian not interfere. "Speech"
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