The air was quiet... well, quiet for a forest. The chittering of insects and curious tellings of various mammals or reptilians scurrying about as they all went about their natural lives. One creature however didn't fit this description. Breaking this natural silence was the beating of wings, wings that belonged to raven, twice the size of any normal one. What was even stranger were the amethyst eyes it possessed, and the strange aura it emmited. This "raven" started to descend into the canopy below, scaring woodland creatures to near-death just by being around. Though that would be expected, from a demon who shifted forms.
In reality the strange bird was a Terror Demon, known simply as Knyte. He had been taking his time to learn how to utilize this new form, learning its limits. To him, take off was the easy part. Sticking the landing however was not, especially not after he had just clipped his wing on a branch. Having his careful rhythmetic flying being knocked off balance, he was soon plummeting through the lower branches. When he hit the ground, he gave out a pained cawing before slowly changing back. "Flying... Sucks..." He groaned as he began to pick himself up.
In reality the strange bird was a Terror Demon, known simply as Knyte. He had been taking his time to learn how to utilize this new form, learning its limits. To him, take off was the easy part. Sticking the landing however was not, especially not after he had just clipped his wing on a branch. Having his careful rhythmetic flying being knocked off balance, he was soon plummeting through the lower branches. When he hit the ground, he gave out a pained cawing before slowly changing back. "Flying... Sucks..." He groaned as he began to pick himself up.
