Perched atop a disheveled ancient tree, dead long past, struck by lightening, a single branch reaching skywards in defiance of doom, the elder raven watched, cocking its head to one side to give its single eye best view, feathers dry and dusty for this bird had also left life far behind when it became the one raven, the eldest of birds.Eye glittering in recognition of doom amidst the dark skies eternal twilight, head nodding momentarily before a single harsh craw would emerge from dust ridden throat, suddenly sky filling with birds wheeling and diving about his perch, millions of birds cawing in echo of the summon, sound building to ear shattering crescendo then... Utter silence, not even a whisp of breeze as energies crackled capturing the sound and sending it bursting forth to summon the master, to draw him back to the realm he was bound to protect in her name until she herself released him.
A silence so deep that the sound of a pin dropping on velvet would burst the eardrums of mortal man. The primal point the only focus, the loci of this place, the heart of darkness and light bound in a single terrible instant. Perhaps the reason that the Creator was both so powerful and powerless at the same time, for the energies contained within the solitary gleam of diamonds revelation seared in eternal flame. A deep subterranean rumbling disturbing the silence as the gleam momentarily darkened then light exploding forth releasing a tall raven winged being, returning from within the solitude of all things. Pausing a moment to assess his altered status, turning to face the singularity of eternity and bowing deeply before ravenesque wings would extend and he would leap away into darkness.
Ayenee was locked, cut off from so many worlds by a binding done long before by Her, the Queen, yet the primal point existed simultaneously amidst and within all things it effectively meant a pathway existed outside of any rule. Moreso, it meant that but an instant from leaving the focus of all worlds he was standing beside the tree from whence the summons had come. dark eyes looking about a slight nod of acknowledgement to his ancient friend, the raven before he would sink into the earth of Ayenee and begin to survey all that was around him, all that had come before and would yet come... He was Uriel, he served the Creator but he also served her, to protect what was hers, and now he had returned home, to her worlds, to again stand in defense of whatever may come...
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