Literature
Meeting
The crow was perched carefully on the mans hand as he gently stroked her feathers with the back of his opposite hands index finger. Sharp, bright green eyes studied her closely as he cooed
My lovely Queen of Feathers
Look how brightly you shine in the candlelight... His voice was smooth, coy, adoring and yet somehow still devious.
The crow ruffled her feathers, a sort of blissful, sleepy look on her avian features as she closed her eyes. Slowly, he smoothed down the ruffled feathers with two fingers, and