Tiran VS Shinka
As he walked in a pair of pokémon followed him, a pikachu and a murkrow who both oddly had their arms stretched out and their faces beaming.
The Shadow Covenant
A fresh scratch on his cheek from a wild murkrow hadn’t even registered. “you said you heard the story,” james pressed, voice low but eager. “the real one. about the cult. the one that actually understands dark types. tell me, rob. all of it.
SHK 12: The End of the Beginning
The murkrow smiled and invaded his dreams with night shade. sandshrew's face contorted and he began whimpering. it didn't take long for him to shout out in horror.
[p] The Haunt
It was the sort of place most people would probably be leery of--shaded, misty, with pokemon like gastly and murkrow lurking in the corners, their eyes gleaming.
Jim's Chronicles 16: Nectar Meadow
"there was a dangerous pair of pokemon wandering around according to a murkrow i was n-n-n-nesting with.
My New Best Friend Chapter 6: A Dirty Fight and a Sweet Embrace
"well, you see, this little guy here," he pointed at caterpie, "likes to eat the forest leaves...for some reason he doesn't like pokemon food nor the berries we give him...so, long story short, we came here looking for food when those murkrows attacked
Whitewing Chapter 9
Everyone gathered around the murkrow as he quickly called out names. with that done, everyone got onto the buses. as expected, it was a long ride over there and the group didn't arrive until midday.
A walk in the woods : A fennekin tale.
The sounds of hoothoot and murkrow calls did little to put his mind at ease. he soon noticed that he walked right into a clearing that was only barely illuminated by the purple flames and the star light.
Sparks
murkrows and shiftry represented some of the least appealing, while the rest simply lacked characteristics that would endear them to normal human beings. the haughty face of the sneasil, for instance, or the fat heads of stunkies.
Tagging Along
Her thrown clothes were already being pillaged by a spinda who stumbled in place reaching for her skirt and a murkrow that raised her bra up into the air within his clasping black wing like a trophy.
A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 11
There's a murder of murkrows and honchcrows around the area. they don't take kindly to people waking them up." a wave of dread washed over me as soon as he said that. i wanted to melt through the floor.
Flying South for the Summer
“those murkrow didn't bother us again after that. i guess they don't appreciate frozen branches and feathers as much as i do." “i guess not. but neither did the daniels. it was their persim tree."