The beast disregarded his presence as it approached the egg stored safely in its macabre nest, whether it was out of apathy for his existence or simply because it didn't realise he was alive was unclear.
Only when he let out a dry cough that ripped up his throat, hacking up a lungful of blood, did the corvid turn its attention towards the pale, corpse-like young man sitting against the wall.
It laid its black, beady eyes on the dishevelled state of Seth, who was looking no better than itself. Yet despite his haggard and weakened appearance, the Raven let out a low rumbling growl, like it was mimicking the engine of a muscle car.
