Philza of Azraelin
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He creeps around some bushes, and at last, he sees it. About ten paces away, there is a fox standing on top of a thick fallen branch, pawing at some sort of bird—a raven, or maybe a crow?—that is pinned to the ground beneath the branch by its wing. The black bird is what’s making the awful screeching sound, screaming bloody murder as the fox lazily swipes at it with its claws, fluffy tail swishing behind it like a calculating cat.
Phil huffs, astounded. That fucker’s toying with it! He gets that animals are animals, but come on, that is just wrong. “Oi!” Phil jogs towards the fox, stomping his feet and clapping his hands. The fox flinches and freezes, staring at him. “Piss off, ya shithead!” He grabs a muddy stick out of the top of his pack and starts swinging it at the fox, still stomping. “Go! Cease! Get out of here!”
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Or, Phil is just some guy living out in the woods, and he gets himself "adopted" by a flock of crows. Somehow.
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- Part 1 of Philza of Azraelin
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Phil wades through the bushes and ducks his head as he pushes a low-hanging branch out of his face. Squinting against the afternoon sun, he grins. “Oh yeah. This looks promising.”
There’s a rustle of leaves and feathers, and the white-eyed crows that have tagged along for this particular expedition dive out of the treeline on either side of him. They fan out as they sweep down the slope into the small valley, cawing as they skim over the tall grass and spin playful arcs around each other. Phil chuckles and trots down the hill after them.
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Or, Phil is just some guy living out in the woods, and he got himself adopted by a flock of crows several weeks back - somehow. Now, with the crows by his side, he's getting to know the area.
[THIS FIC IS PART OF A SERIES! I *highly* recommend reading part one first!]
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- Part 2 of Philza of Azraelin