Le Corbeau {m} ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Unloved {f}
His swirling yellow orbs bore into my own; they searched for an answer. An answer to his question. But I couldn't answer. No, I couldn't answer. Wouldn't. At most he had said ten words to me. But I knew who he was.
"Le Corbeau..."
I didn't even notice I spoke his name before it was too late. His almost seemed amused. Surprised that I knew his name. Without saying a word, he asked how I could possibly know who he could be, he asked with those golden-golden eyes.
"I-I've always seen a single black feather after someone d-d-ies. If y-you look for it, it's n-not hard to find. A-And there are l-l-legends- about y-you."
I stuttered, my heart beating too fast. No one would hear me if I screamed. No one could save me if he tried to take my life.
In my village, he was feared. Only the brave spoke of him during full moons, behind towering walls and secured dens. Only then would the legends, the tales, the stories come out about Le Corbeau. He was an assassin for reasons unknown. No one knew why he would enter the village - or how - to end a life so silently. Then he would simply slip away. But now I knew how he would evade all of our defenses. His wings. I could see the tips of the feathers by his dark tail. The feathers that I had found and kept after every death by his paw.
"Who are you?"
His question was so shockingly normal that I just gazed at him for a moment, hypnotized by those lanterns of his eyes. I was never good at reading eyes but I could read his so clearly. He was hurt, lonely. I didn't see any wounds on his but then it came to me: His wings. He would have flown away but he couldn't. I couldn't see much of his silent wings but I knew they were there.
And loneliness? How could someone that was so cold-hearted that killed in cold blood be lonely? My only answer: He wasn't who we thought he was.
"U-Unloved."
I always stumbled over my words. I was always day dreaming, never focusing on what I was suppose to do. And I was left alone only days after I was born. Unwanted. I could never be the perfect little lady, I always messed out when it counted most. But it hadn't escaped my sharp mind that I hadn't stumbled over his name. "Le Corbeau," I whispered, to solidify the fact. I didn't stutter over his name! Was it an omen?
He paused, tilted his head to one side ever so slightly, the feathered crest by his ears swish-swishing quietly. His frown deepened.
"How... unfortunate. You are, indeed, loved."
Then he disappeared into the dark. I was afraid I would never see him again.
If only I'd known.
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{ I noticed Ikaaa used the Raven Dog and that got me thinking. ;3
I like this pair a lot-a lot~ If I continue the fact that she has 'wings' but cannot use them will come into play. And cookies to anyone who knows what 'Le Corbeau' means. It's really quite un-creative of me but still. x3 }
I like this pair a lot-a lot~ If I continue the fact that she has 'wings' but cannot use them will come into play. And cookies to anyone who knows what 'Le Corbeau' means. It's really quite un-creative of me but still. x3 }
