Friday, July 27, 2012

Reborn, never to be the same... When a phoenix dies, self immolating, it rises from the ashes blackened as a raven. It's feathers, once fiery, now ebony with the secrets of death. Ravens too are immortal, never to die of old age, though they can be killed. The ember of what they once were still dwells within them and one in a hundred raven eggs will hatch as a phoenix...

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