Screech

The sleek beauty

• Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ．
  Screech was a crow, obsidian and beautiful. His wings seemed to stretch for miles when he broke apart from his tree to soar. An extraordinary sight in both day and night. Screech hated being judged, or having others think he wasn't capable of doing something. He liked to show off, and prove 'em wrong. He was the smallest, youngest in the murder, and was fine with flying in a group. Though, he did love to occasionally leave and snag some french fries for himself. French fries, the one thing he desperately loved. And other food in general. He was an interesting

  Crow.

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• Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ.
  Screech was ordinary, nothing special about him. He had the same sleek black wings, charcoal beak, and agile body. He was the exact same as the other crows, if flying in a herd, he couldn't be told out. Couldn't be seen, 'cause he just blended in with the others. Except, he found this one little boy, whom he didn't know the name of. The boy seemed abandoned, considering he too ate from the dumpster, his clothes were ragged and torn, his face covered with scratches and bruises. So, yes, most likely abandoned. Unlike the others, who wouldn't even glance in the direction of the boy, Screech took pity on him. He flew away from the herd, recieving series of calls for him to return. Though, he never did. And he never will. He assisted the boy, as a companion, never left his side, and flew off, allowing him to follow in case he'd found food. He even let the kid eat his french fries. This time, he was noticed. By many people, in fact. He'd get stares from thousands of people passing by. Apparently, a crow and a homeless kid was quite a sight. Not for Screech, he took interest in the kid, grew fond of him. Like a little brother. Soon, others crow joined in. The boy was raised by crows, decently fed. He was now part of the

  Murder.

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