It had -you- ; a raven, a crow, no flee yet flier that touches the sky with will had you in it's grasp, dangling from a tree branch as it's limb wrapped around the bird's form tightly.

Afraid of which could go, it bares it's fangs at it before closing its mouth again, to stare.

"You fly so high, yet you still manage to fall for my lies. I've seen you up high, it's such a privilege to see your beauty up close."