shadowraven

Taking the archer by the jaw, Shadow began his monologue: “Quite an interesting specimen. We should test his combat skills. Hmm. I must admit, he’s not bad,” said the overlord. “Wind Archer deigned to open his eyes and try to move his head away from the scoundrel’s hands. Shadow himself took a closer look and only admired it, bringing the archer’s head closer. “The bitch decided to show her teeth? In vain. But the eyes are quite interesting,” said the now dissatisfied jester. He liked the archer’s eyes for their new feature: pink, slit pupils and, most interestingly, a purple iris with a ruby ​​hue. “What should we call you, birdie? Hmm... you’ll be a Night Raven. Suits you. In the meantime, get some sleep; we’ll test you tomorrow.” " said the owner of this spire, perhaps out of boredom, stroking his birdie's head before leaving.
That night, the birdie woke up cold. His new clothes made it difficult to sleep in this prison. Night Ravn merely sat up and, spreading his wings, sheltered himself from the cold wind from the prison window. In the morning, as promised, Shadow came to his birdie. Lifting him by the rope at his waist, he led him somewhere. The owner was terribly disgusted to see that Ravn had weakened so much just because of his eyesight. Night Ravn himself, closing his eyes, focused on the sound, calmly shot an animal that passed nearby. Shadow came up behind Ravn and led him somewhere again. Now Night Ravn was lying on the couch. It turned out his eyesight was still poor, a couple of wounds, a lack of understanding of the situation... And so on. He would definitely go after some slave, like dozens of others from Sugar's garden. Raven sat calmly on the couch, and now Shadow noticed why the bird hadn't flown: his wings were too dirty from the trap. The Jester sighed heavily and left. Now the birdie was strolling peacefully around the spire.
That evening, a pair of servants opened Raven's prison and carried him off somewhere. The birdie resisted, but couldn't. Then they led him into a room where Shadow and a couple of servants were already waiting with a basin and a couple of brushes. The Jester himself sat in a comfortable chair and gazed at this wonderful sight. Raven was placed on a soft carpet and held.