I thought I'd duck out this week to focus on the concluding the latest arc of the Bloody Raven. But 
🎃 I hope I didn't cringe you with the overzealous bird language 
I got buckets and lists but I don't have a bucket-list, True Selfie? it's a long story but for short I will duck out for the safety of my home and the health and well being of the person who may try to do harm to me and try to accost my precious possessions.
So my Contest #2 Choice is: If you could be an animal, which animal would you be, and why?
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As my Spirit Familiar: The Raven
Pyreneens, Spain 1492
His partner rubbed his hands, "I agree Fregelio there may be only a good year left in her before she'll be no longer passable as a virgin."
"The more she fights and struggle the better eh Zevan, a drink for our little gold mine."
In this cool morning in the western side of the Pyreneen mountains she was tasked to gather food for the evening meal. Most of the women prepared for day's camp routine duties and he reminded her of the consequences of trying to run away as he pointed to the crossbow, "Not only your sisters bear the brunt of my anger but you will suffer much worse off alone and helpless. Now don’t get lost!"
She fell to her knees and wept, "I beseech thine some wandering soul free me from this life!"
It was a ridiculous desperate attempt to kill the master of the brothel. She did manage to seize his dagger with both neither the strength nor the speed to use it. The bruises about her wrists and buttocks have healed from his whip was consequence of her rebellion. He snarled, "I would have done worse but I would not profit with damaged goods eh?"
Even if she had succeeded there was still his impetuous younger partners Zevan or Treba, and their unprotected caravan would be certainly fall prey to any band of Highwaymen.
She fell upon her face and lamented, “We are helpless women.”
A raspy voice beckons, "Stop your drama little girl!”
"Tis only the bird of death," leaning forward with her palms upon the damp sod. "Well foul kite of death; do thy bring a gift to close my eyes in endless sleep?"
The Raven hopped off the log and bobbed to within her arm's reach.
"Perhaps should you desire such, but I bring only a proposition for a friend." The Raven replied.
Taska recoiled and fell upon her backside, "What black magic is this, You thy spake!"
"I am a spirit of Ambrogio dwelling in this form. I know you desire power over your master and the fire of vengeance burns in your soul. Come and follow me into the forest and seize it and live free forever and to be the harbinger of wrath to your enemies."
I was but ten years of age when my Father is betrayed just because the people loved him more than our Khazarian king. The seductive whispers and scheming voices of evil men persuaded the King to falsely charge my father Grigory of treason my family killed and I was sold into slavery.
I vowed vengeance for my family but I was powerless and in my weakness I was led to my spirit creature, the Raven that claimed to be empowered by the First Night Walkers of Ambrogio thus spake Machel the Despised. There he gave me my autonomy and his power and used it to throw off the oppressive yoke of my cruel taskmaster and fulfill my lust for vengeance but that power also came with the price as my soul is cast in lot with the eternal undead.
I am accompanied by my cursed blade and on at times The Raven. For 500 years my enemies and their descendants fear me as the Night Walker, today they call me …Vampire.
The Raven, mysterious ,intelligent, almost magical and they like shiny things.
References
1. All are my own pictures shot with a Samsung SM-A530W unless otherwise indicated.
One of my prized possessions
My invitation this week goes out to gals I met in the Telokanda community; 
“Et lux in tenebris to serve laboro, sum sicarius” “I work in the shadows to serve the Light, I am an Assassin”
