It was a strange thing... perplexing the way that darkness could consume her soul. was she evil? No... she did not believe so. Was she innocent and pure? Doubtful yet again.
During the darkest hours the puppet strings were pulled and the cage door opened to free the Death Raven. Do their bidding they commanded, collect the souls they ordered.
The Soul Market was not a place that boded well with Solah, but as the final member of the Soul Collectors it was what she must do. It was a silly thing... so many believed it was just Heaven and Hell, Purgatory and the River Styx. Death coming to collect your soul when the rattle of death shook the rib cage like a baby's favorite toy.
No... any more the Shining One, the Despairing ones... and the Wicked... oh they had alternate plans for such a thing as a fragile soul. Solah should understand that very well. She after all had once been a "human" in the loose coin of the term... for when she was awakened to her "new life" she realized that mommy wasn't as innocent as she seemed. Fallen angels had fallen for more then just one reasoning of defiance... and for Solah's father... it was a falling for her mother. In more then the literal sense.
The plague had come and seized her village, she herself laid on her death bed, a fragile weak thing... her bones so brittle they could snap like a bird's wing in a strong hand.
Birdbone beauty and avian eyes. That's what they swore of the quiet girl from the Village. The strange girl with raven eyes. The people of the village whispered of her, that she was perhaps the maiden that could cross and part the veil of their world and the spirit world. If only they knew.
Still even such a mystic creature had death at her door... her soul taken...her body turned to ashes... and when she awoke... she would fly not as angel but as raven. Death Raven.
The Death Raven was a lovely dark creature. Tragic Beauty and Fragile ways. Breakable it seemed if not for her eyes... the intensity of abandonment.
So many nights she did their bidding, selling souls to the highest bidder. She no longer cared what the reasoning was for purchasing a soul... but if she did care she'd never remember.
The morning light would find her birdbone frame in a mess of blood and raven feathers... her memories erased until the night came again.
The Death Raven knew her calling like a carrion cry. Till she would be locked in the prison of her cage.
Over and over again... until one day... the bird was set free... and the Death Raven held memories... of what she was... part angel... part human... all Raven.
Tentative and Elusive she was cautious as much as she was curious. Still Solah was a strange bird, a quiet raven that watched the world with dangerously tragic eyes.
With memories regained and a life now hers to claim... it was only anyone's guess what a caged bird would do when freed... surely... she would not sing...
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During the darkest hours the puppet strings were pulled and the cage door opened to free the Death Raven. Do their bidding they commanded, collect the souls they ordered.
The Soul Market was not a place that boded well with Solah, but as the final member of the Soul Collectors it was what she must do. It was a silly thing... so many believed it was just Heaven and Hell, Purgatory and the River Styx. Death coming to collect your soul when the rattle of death shook the rib cage like a baby's favorite toy.
No... any more the Shining One, the Despairing ones... and the Wicked... oh they had alternate plans for such a thing as a fragile soul. Solah should understand that very well. She after all had once been a "human" in the loose coin of the term... for when she was awakened to her "new life" she realized that mommy wasn't as innocent as she seemed. Fallen angels had fallen for more then just one reasoning of defiance... and for Solah's father... it was a falling for her mother. In more then the literal sense.
The plague had come and seized her village, she herself laid on her death bed, a fragile weak thing... her bones so brittle they could snap like a bird's wing in a strong hand.
Birdbone beauty and avian eyes. That's what they swore of the quiet girl from the Village. The strange girl with raven eyes. The people of the village whispered of her, that she was perhaps the maiden that could cross and part the veil of their world and the spirit world. If only they knew.
Still even such a mystic creature had death at her door... her soul taken...her body turned to ashes... and when she awoke... she would fly not as angel but as raven. Death Raven.
The Death Raven was a lovely dark creature. Tragic Beauty and Fragile ways. Breakable it seemed if not for her eyes... the intensity of abandonment.
So many nights she did their bidding, selling souls to the highest bidder. She no longer cared what the reasoning was for purchasing a soul... but if she did care she'd never remember.
The morning light would find her birdbone frame in a mess of blood and raven feathers... her memories erased until the night came again.
The Death Raven knew her calling like a carrion cry. Till she would be locked in the prison of her cage.
Over and over again... until one day... the bird was set free... and the Death Raven held memories... of what she was... part angel... part human... all Raven.
Tentative and Elusive she was cautious as much as she was curious. Still Solah was a strange bird, a quiet raven that watched the world with dangerously tragic eyes.
With memories regained and a life now hers to claim... it was only anyone's guess what a caged bird would do when freed... surely... she would not sing...
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