Ko-Ga would not relent. His foe was tired, sick, confused — but had not run and until then the crow could not be satisfied. Claws and beak continued to drive at their nape. Scratch at their ears! Steal fur of their rump (fair was fair, stupid dogs!)
Leave! Go! Go!He cawed.
Or I eat eyes!
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
Nate is a constant companion and will usually be close enough to appear in Ko-Ga's threads!



