
Where are my peeps at?
Where are my peeps at?
“The Raven Queen had grown accustomed to her unkindness.”
A flock of ravens is generally referred to as an ‘unkindness’.
I think the term stems from their association with death, witches and the like.
Ravens (and witches, for that matter) have never been anything but cordial during the interactions I’ve had with them, so I don’t see why we treat them with such disdain.
Anyway, this is a Shorts post for ravens, witches, deities of death and D&D lovers alike. You do you, boo 🖤
Death ransacked then left.
A blooming grove. A childless mother. Requited love.
The entire concept was completely ridiculous…it just might work.
Books build minds.
Dark and light swirled, forever in tandem. Simply existing.
Yellow is his colour; warm, bright, beautiful.
Hers was an appetite for distraction.