Biggest Customer

Commission for https://twitter.com/curanull _a fun little slice of life scene following a rather large crow going about his daily life. which can be fairly interesting when said crow is over a story tall!

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Backstreet Brothers

“ain’t got the fucking elbows for that, grease-ass,” the crow woman muttered, shaking her head and tossing the rag to the ground. “christ. it’s good enough.

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Just Deserts

"be big, be big," the crow kept cawing, until she couldn't hear him anymore. she woke up the next day, with a throbbing head ache, and she decided she would kill that crow, provided all that had transpired hadn't been a dream.

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The Little Mouse and the Old Wolf

The little mouse ran for all she was worth towards the tree as the old wolf bolted in the direction of the crows. "those fool crows!" growled the cat, "they've spotted me somehow!

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To Use a Thief

"(i want to be a crow, a complex organism, a beautiful, handsome male crow! i want to be... me!)" his form no longer felt hard and rigid but soft and malleable.

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Arousing The Serpent

Arousing Lily's Serpent Azul yawned blinking awake slowly, the tiny Hybrid clicking his beak a bit he nuzzled his feathery head and fox-like ears against his much larger wife's breasts. A loud moan rumbled out from the sleeping Lugia named...

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Painful Questions

The crowed seemed to be laughing up a storm, but it was hard to tell through the pain. selarous strained to look up, and saw sophia walk up to him and knelt down in front of him.

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Chapter 1: The Many Daughters of Summer

"those of the crow . . ." naira raised her head and her green eyes about popped. tala didn't blame her: the crow tribe was very far away. "daddy!" naira squeaked wretchedly. iniwa held out a paw to calm her.

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The Gift of Life

The crow was completely immobile, aside from his feet and head which could flail about.

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Longing

#1 of to love a crow a teacher of mine recently told me that a good writer should be able to take the most powerful moments in their lives, regardless of the emotion and allow them to flow from the pen, or in my case, my fingertips.

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