Status: Rating subject to change. || A really pathetic attempt at a first NaNo novel.
Yatagarasu
Eight
In some cultures, they are revered as signs of divine intervention, of hope and progress, a new day rising as the sun, their stunning black bodies each an individual arrow pointing out the path to a bright future. In others, they are painted as harbingers of disease, death, and famine, bloody beaks screeching cries of murder as they clutch maggot infested filth between their clawed toes.
And somewhere in the middle there is you. You are neither divine nor murderous.
You simply are.
And somewhere in the middle there is you. You are neither divine nor murderous.
You simply are.