Sticks and stones break our bones,
they do not heal right when we're alone.
Title: The Crow
Name: Morose
Species: White naped raven
Appearance: Dusky violet with white eyes and a white neck.
Description: Quiet, when Morose does speak the words are sluggish and often stammered. Despite having wings and being fully capable of flight, the bird's lacks the motivation to do so, so often walks along the ground, tail feathers dragging in the dirt. None of Morose's emotions are very intense, they are all rather shallow, only just barely moving beyond neutrality. The only thing that the crow feels intensely is loneliness. Despite the apparent misery, the avian is very hopeful, and often thinks about how good the future might be. Morose is frightened of Mirth's enthusiasm and fiery passion, but admires the intensity of the fox's emotions and how much the mammal feels.