Ko-Ga should have come when called. Should have — but worked into such a frenzy, even Nate-dog would have struggled to call off the vengefulness of a crow which perceived danger to its flock.
No!He screeched again. Mithwyth was not a fighter, but that was ok! He had pluck enough for them both.
Until this brutish stranger tucked tail and ran, as Ko-Ga had demanded, he felt no compulsion to relent. The clack of teeth snapped at feathers, at toes. The wind off the lunges ruffled down and set his heart to racing.
Too slow a dive and his swooping might end in a crunch of teeth. And still! Ko-Ga persisted.
Leave! Go! Now! Aaaa aaa AA AAA!
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!



