[private] to hold you down, to hold you down; balto

[Faulkor]

 

A familiar figure appears almost silently beneath the bough upon which the raven sits. Silence takes hold upon the tangled depths of the Forest once more. The bird studies the blue stallion, beady eyes gleaming in what feeble moonlight has escaped the snares of shadowy branch and vine. “Faulkor.” the figure breathes. If ravens could smile, this one did - all mischievous and cunning, but trapped all the same. With a trill the bird leaps from his perch, diving rapidly downward towards the blue stallion below. With a series of sharp caws the raven’s wings unfurl and flap wildly about Balto’s head. “Caw, caw, caw!” He cries in distress. F A U L K O R

@[Balto] Feel free to power play as needed. Hopefully this is enough to go off of? Faulkor is distressed because he can't figure out how to shift from his raven form.