Crowsmoke Dyoung
A shifter never dies.
They simply slumber deeply dreaming of The Crow.
Journeying with the Creator until the time to rest comes.
While they sleep they return to darkness.
Just as a shifter is born from darkness their hearts never stray far from their source.
With this darkness a shifter changes their heart and with their heart they change fate.
Even a shifter cannot escape the Slumber.
Everyone has a task to complete but rest your weary soul and visit your maker.
Every shifter can only change fate with defiance for so long.
You have a story to tell,
You have a dept to pay,
Child of Crow.
Sleep once more away from the world of light.
Come back to darkness old friend.
Shifter you cannot walk no more.
The great Slumber knocks at your door.
Child of Darkness;
The tasks you must fulfill will be laid to rest for another day.
The Crow beckons you home away from the shining light of the world.
You are at the end of your journey's stay.
Shifter,
Death comes to take you away.
They simply slumber deeply dreaming of The Crow.
Journeying with the Creator until the time to rest comes.
While they sleep they return to darkness.
Just as a shifter is born from darkness their hearts never stray far from their source.
With this darkness a shifter changes their heart and with their heart they change fate.
Even a shifter cannot escape the Slumber.
Everyone has a task to complete but rest your weary soul and visit your maker.
Every shifter can only change fate with defiance for so long.
You have a story to tell,
You have a dept to pay,
Child of Crow.
Sleep once more away from the world of light.
Come back to darkness old friend.
Shifter you cannot walk no more.
The great Slumber knocks at your door.
Child of Darkness;
The tasks you must fulfill will be laid to rest for another day.
The Crow beckons you home away from the shining light of the world.
You are at the end of your journey's stay.
Shifter,
Death comes to take you away.
A familiar voice calls out from the shadows only seen by those who knew well the spirits or those who called them. A man neatly dressed in an old style frilly white silk shirt and a pair of crestless white trousers with faded grey leather shoes reached out. His hand crossing a veil into the open space as an assisting hand for a fallen comrade then the whole body stepping out. A smooth white face revealed itself as a flawless beautiful male with white silky hair that rose proudly into the air like a rooster's tuft in the early morning. A devious grin hidden in the corner of his mouth like a hidden kiss and a twinkling eye full of mischief, chaos, and distaster for those who gazed into them. An irresistible sense of change like the quickness of new seasons exuded as it were a strong scent of a rose from him. It gave him confidence. A wild sense of sharpness, cunning, and cowardice showed in the tall slim manner that he carried himself with. It gave him power beyond the wildest dreams. To gaze closely at the soul of this man one would see the symbol of a Wren which was crowned king flying higher than those below. "Look at what you have done old rival and comrade. I'm supposed to be dead thrice over and yet I come back again to act as your guide back to where we belong"
The spirit looked around to see the world around with a great desire before turning its attention back to the dieing creature. "The Crow is real Alexander Mercarus and always has been now stop playing and let go. You should have not come back and I should not be here. My fragments are all dead but one who has taken a chance to live." The sweet honey voice spoke without a flaw in a musical sound that no inhuman could possibly ever match except those with darkness in their hearts. "Every second you hold onto the light risks my return to the world of light. I miss it too but The Crow has much to show those who wish it. Come Alex Mercer you are pathetic in this world." The man's features seemed stronger and his soul more defined as he spoke. Crouching low beside the fallen man he touched the soul and tugged at the things that tied darkness to a body in hopes of truly freeing Mercer. "Look to the left and I see Daitchi, my lust, prized tool, and possible love but yet here I lay beside you beckoning home instead."
Standing up once more the man turned as began walking into the distance. All the while a dark path was left behind until he passed a shadow's viel. No more did the spirit of death once called Wren S. Ift stayed in visible sight. The trail of course was obvious and could not be lost for one born of darkness. Evil or good would not see it for those were tainted emotions. Darkness was unforgiving and merciless thus only those with those in their hearts could see it. The path was straight.
"Slumber, my friend, sleep long this time."
