The raven is snatched, letting out a caw! A momentary success - but one that is followed by all of the other ravens beginning to call, a chorus of mournful wails.
It's a sound that builds and builds, and builds, as the wind begins to rise and howl, until Aira finds herself surrounded by a deafening cacophony of noise. Until suddenly, the winds swirl and coalesce into a dark shape - and all of the noise stops. The birds are silent, the wind still.
A horned woman stands before her, crystal topped staff in her hand.
"Why, what a fortuitous turn of events," Maleficent says. "We've found one of the little miscreants already."
She gracefully waves a hand - and the raven in Aira's hold dissolves into a sticky, burning acid.
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It's a sound that builds and builds, and builds, as the wind begins to rise and howl, until Aira finds herself surrounded by a deafening cacophony of noise. Until suddenly, the winds swirl and coalesce into a dark shape - and all of the noise stops. The birds are silent, the wind still.
A horned woman stands before her, crystal topped staff in her hand.
"Why, what a fortuitous turn of events," Maleficent says. "We've found one of the little miscreants already."
She gracefully waves a hand - and the raven in Aira's hold dissolves into a sticky, burning acid.