Gliding silently through the sky, amidst the twilight, with wings of pure shadow, soaring high above the moon-lit sky. Effortlessly swooping down and clenching its prey in it’s beak, a shadowy gray. Above the moon, it’s talons shining, queen of the forest, flying over it’s kingdom. It’s shining black eyes, relentlessly searching. For something to eat. It’s small stomach rumbles. Hunt or be hunted. Here in my jungle
Animal: Raven.
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