The Crow Bound Christmas (M, F, F, Fantasy)

[Writers Bloque]

I cant stand it.


Why did we wait so long to migrate to somewhere a little warmer.

This snow storm is torture on my already fragile wings.

I cannot keep up.

The world grows white as I fall into my cold wet tomb....


It is a fine morning. The order from the village was overfilled, and I can let the log splitter rest today.

"Ahh!"

I let my contentment slip out into the post freak blizzard air.

The early morning sun ray's shine through the leafless trees. I light up my morning smoke as my breakfast bakes in the wood burning stove.

I have just enough technology to get by, and an electric stove is a step too far. I already have a t.v., satellite and the internet. I am not trying to live off the grid, but the daily grind in the city was killing me.

Biscuits and jam, with homemade butter, a true wild man's breakfast. I have some smoked ham warming up in the oven, and boiling some eggs on top.

I was losing my early morning drowsiness as the cold air snatched it away with the small gusts of chilling wind.

There was nothing stirring, except the sound of a long abused snowmobile making its daily trek from the base of the mountain.

"For fuck's sake."

I curse under my breath.

Laina Grottisburg was a twenty year old college student, her major was Archeology and she minored in Anthropology. For her degree or because the department was annoyed up to their necks with her, had assigned her to the "Losers Hole."

The loser's hole was a remnant of a long extinct tribe of Native Americans, having vanished long before the first Europeans, and even before the Vikings made their way to what is known as Canada now.

Although I never was in that department, I knew that the loser's hole was a punishment, not so cleverly disguised at credit work. They paid researchers just enough to live off of, but it would be half a year before she could think of returning.

I asked a friend after meeting her, and she told me she was not allowed to return until she found something new in the cave.

"What did she do so wrong?"

"Nothing bad, but being a little too inquisitive and energetic. To the point of causing a big scandal."

"Oh."

Yeah, it was big news at the university. Three professors and the head of the department were fired and thrown in jail for defrauding the school. It was little miss ball of energy who accidentally uncovered it.

So now she was my problem, my daily bother.

But she was lucky she was cute. I came up here to be alone, after ending another soul numbing, and mind crushing relationship with a woman, who thought I was nothing more than an accessory, like a bracelet. She was only with me because I was related to a prominent family in the city.

Right now I needed nothing to do with women. Just a year to reconnect with my male ancestors and realign my soul.

Honestly, she was refreshingly honest and pure. But still, I held the second thermal mug of coffee, sweet and creamy for her, to speed up her stay.

Today was hunting day. My rifle was delivered from the gun smith, as the trigger was almost broken off. I had scouted an area where some turkey were hunched down for the winter, and a bit away was some boars I was getting paid to kill before spring came. Fortunately they had not bred yet.

"JOOOOOOHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNN!"

It always amazed me that she could yell louder than the engine of that battered snowmobile.

The sad machine slid to a stop a couple of feet short of kneecapping me. The excited girl hopped off the machine, and rushed to remove her helmet. Her strawberry blond hair with the cherry red dyed ends flowed free as if to celebrate its freedom.

"Aww, aren't you sweet, coffee for me?"

I nodded and smiled. Every day the same greeting. I handed her the cup, and she sipped it, savoring it as if it was the first ever sweet coffee shes ever had and the absolute best.

"Before I forget, Mrs. Peakry sends her regards."

Laina reached into the insulated storage of the machine, and pulled out a steaming box.

God damned, even if she annoyed me, I could almost love this girl.

Mrs.Peakry was the town of 500 people's baker. She ran the coffee shop/bakery, affectionately known as "Momma Hen's bakery."

Her muffins would send men and boys to war. They were so good. But she only makes a certain amount of a special lemon sesame muffin.

But she at least made sure I had a dozen, to slowly enjoy.

Laina rushed the box inside, and I followed. A woman traipsing through an unmarried man's domicile would be unheard of, if this was not the current year.

But when she was not in the kitchen, I followed the noises of a struggle, and soft sobs.

There was one major quality of Laina that is quite obvious.

It was quite clear as I opened the bathroom door...

She was at threat levels of clumsy.

And found her tangled on the floor in the multiple layers of clothes the petite blond wore to not die of exposure.

I watched as she struggled in vain.

"JOHN, HELP!"

She shouted, as she could not see the door open.

As I lifted her up she was still fighting for her freedom while chanting:

"Gotta pee!"

I helped strip her to her underwear, noting the entire closet of clothes she wears daily.

She jumped from my arms and ran into the bathroom.

"AHHH!!"

I checked on my breakfast, and the ham was hot but still moist, and the eggs almost hard boiled. The biscuits were keeping warm on the back of the stove.

She stepped out of the bathroom, almost forgetting to redress, as I reminded her of her disclosing all of Victoria's Secrets".

But she was not ashamed. She slowly redressed in my living room, and if I had any close neighbors, they would be getting eye fulls of eye candy.

"Can't stay to eat, there are loose rocks along the eastern wall in the cave. Might be hiding something!"

She said as she gave me a friendly peck on the cheek as she bolted from the door.

Seconds later the engine coughs to life and soon she will be a daily distant memory.

I eat, and grab my gun, load it and place some extra ammo in my pocket, as I pack my backpack, and grab my hand sled to go on my long awaited hunt.....

[Writers Bloque]

The hunting trip was going okay.

Not great, since wolves had riled up the turkey nest, and they were all on high alert since the attack.

I bagged a large Tom, but had to leave as the rest were out for blood.

The wounded wolves had left a drip trail of blood, a mix of theirs and the turkey's they managed to kill to the north.

Luckily I was heading west to the boars.

But what I witnessed as I crested the hill, was coyotes trying to mob attack the boars nest pit.

However there was always that one in the crowd, that seems to be interested in a pile of snow, than join the fight.

After five minutes, the coyote rejoined its group, and promptly was killed as the large boars tusk eviscerated it.

The few remaining coyotes decided to head in the wrong direction, as I sighted in the largest boar.

One shot through the head. It dropped and the others scattered.

Behind me, the coyotes met with the wolves, who were not too pleased their less than smart cousins would barge into their territory.

I left it alone as I tied the boar to the sled, to take home to bleed it out in a controlled manner.

I had a twinge of curiosity, and went to the pile of snow the idiot coyote was investigating.

A minute of digging and moving snow later, and I found a barely alive and injured crow. I bundled it in my beanie, as I had nothing else to keep it warm in.

It tried to speak out, but it was too weak to even struggle.

I got it home, and prepared to tend to it.

I called a friendly vet, and they told me to let it die. I said I couldn't after finding it.

It told me to bring it in, and not to get my hopes up.

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Something grabbed me out of the cold.

It wasn't that stupid coyote.

It was a Two Legs. A human.

We are not allowed to interact with humans, except when the elders are facing the eternal dream, to carry a human soul over to the other side.

Of course it is a one way journey.

But I was far from elder status in the murder.

I was a young female, of breeding age, and if I had to compare it to human age, I was 22.

I have not even laid an egg yet, as the choice males do not pursue me, nor does any male, really.

"Your feathers are the wrong shade of black!"

"Your wings are too weak to care for any brood."

So I just tagged along, as long as my mother was still the leader of the Murder.

But I was betrayed.

I fell asleep, as the entire murder quietly and slowly moved to the warmer deep forest, knowing I cannot navigate it safely.

When I woke up, and they were gone, I knew it was the end for me.

I flew to where they were, but could not enter.

They all taunted me, and laughed at my situation.

"Go, begone from us, you only slow us down!"

So I left.

And I flew against the wind, which was a bad idea, as my wings were weak. I could only fly normally if the wind was calm.

I fell. And welcomed my icy tomb.

But that human.

He bundled me up.

I wanted to peck his eyes out for the indignity of his touch.

I am a princess, and even if we were friendly with the humans, to be touched by one was unheard of.

But I was warm.

Oh gods did it feel good.

I drifted off to sleep.

Some time later....


I woke up with a start.

I smelled smoke and had to flee.

The smell of corn made my beak water.

In front of me, was a small bowl of warm dried corn.

I managed to rise to my claws, I could not move my wings, but despite the human watching me, I ate.

Once I was done, he removed the bowl, and wiped my feathers down, and checked the things on my wings.

I felt like telling him off so I did, but I also add a little gratitude, and some thanks for not eating me.

"KAW, KAW KAW, KAW."

If my mother heard me speak like that, she would beat me with her wings.

"Ladies do not talk like that."

He just smiled, and carefully lifted me, feeling me up on my belly.

He held me over something, and his rubbing and my outrage made me do something unseemly and into the circle it went.

Now I felt better.

I started to feel sleepy. Despite it was still sun up.

And he laid me back into the warm spot and I was out.

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The middle of night time.

Something inside me was wanting to be free.

I was too tired and weak to keep resisting it.

It is just too hard to keep tight control over it.

Once I let go, the world turned white with pain, so much pain.

*CRASH*

I was now on the floor.

I tried to move my wings, but they felt off, as if they had no feathers.

I opened my eyes, and my vision was very different.

I tried to stand, and I noticed I was big!

And that is when the human came in....

[Writers Bloque]

I was deep asleep, as the peace and quite was both physically restorative and mentally restorative.

After the busy day of preparing and starting the curing process for the boar I killed, and caring for the injured crow, I was done for the day.

I knew the Native American legends of the Crow, ranging from them carrying the souls of the dead over, to being the cunning trickster that lures hunters to their doom.

But somehow I could not let it die.

*CRASH*

I was startled awake.

Something big fell in my supposed to be secure cabin.

I woke up and quietly grabbed the handgun from the drawer of my bedside nightstand.

I had to sneak, as the floor would creak in spots.

The only light in the room was the still blazing fire in the fireplace.

Even then, I could see it clearly...

A tanned skinned woman, with purple-black hair standing up, her arms were bandaged.

She noticed me immediately.

"KAW KAW.....What am I?"

The woman made crow sounds, then spoke fluent English.

I reached into the dresser by the door, and handed her a hand mirror.

"I...I...am two legs?"

"It appears so. And very naked in my house."

I looked over to where I had the injured crow resting, and the box is on the floor.

"What did you do to me, two legs?"

"If my hunch is correct, I rescued a crow, and now you are standing there as a human woman."

She appeared to be deep in thought about this, as her face scrunched up in a cute way.

I wanted to be concerned about her naked condition, but it apparently did not bother her.

The room grew smoky as an almost entirely grey crow flew into the room from the chimney.

Instantly the girl fell to her knees.

"Grandmother...."

The old woman raised her hand to silence her.

"Not only were you banished from the murder, you now have broken our sacred rule."

"I did not! Two legs must have used his nasty magic on me."

"No, he has no magic. You selfishly fell in love with his kindness, with no attempt to actually love him with your true heart."

"But"

"Silence foolish child. By the old laws, you should be fed to the wolves. But, instead you will spend your life with him, as a two legs, and upon that, when you both die, you will be freed to join us on the other side."

"He does not see me as a female two legs."

"Nonsense, he has been staring at you the entire time."

"Learn the lesson that love is the most important thing, to shallowly fall in love is a sin."

"Yes grandmother."

"We will come to get you three at the next full moon."

Three days.

The old crow looked at me, and shook her head, wordlessly saying that she hoped I was ready.

The room cleared of smoke and she was gone.

What did she mean by three?

I sat in my boxers and thought about something.

"What do I call you?"

"Two legs cannot say my name."

"Then I will give you a name."

"Fine."

"Nina."

"Fine."

She sat her face darkened by her foul mood.

I handed her a robe to cover up with, and she refused.

"Do as you please then, once the fire goes out, it will get cold."

She showed her bandaged arms as if to say that she could not put it on herself.

I shrugged and draped it over her shoulders.

The clock told me it was well past time for me to return to bed.

Sleeping on the couch was out of the question as she could not get up well, with her arms wrapped up.

Her bones were not broken, but bruised.

So to not risk her further injury, I carried her to the only king sized bed in the house. Mine.

She protested, of course, until she perked her head as if she was hearing something from far away.

After that she became meek and mild.

I laid her on the opposite side of the bed, her head on the unused pillow on that side.

She looked at me expectantly.

I covered her in a blanket.

She smiled, and soon was snoring very loudly.

I too was cutting down trees.

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I felt a hand clumsily fish around the open slit of my boxers.

A soft hand was fishing around in there, and when it found what it was looking for, she gasped.

She played with it, bringing me close to blast off, but then she would stop.

It was less like play, and more like trying to learn every inch of it.

I let her do as she pleased, the old bird's words I quickly deciphered.

She and another are bound to me.

But I doubted that she broke any old laws.

To me it was more like a doting grandmother making a last ditch effort in making sure her wayward granddaughter would be cared for after she was gone.

Had I been played? Perhaps.

But whatever the hell she was doing was rather pleasant, and if we were bound together, at least she liked my dick.

I came after, and she withdrew her sticky hand.

I fell asleep again.

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"Yeah, I have a problem, one only you can solve."

I called Laina, as she looked to be almost the same size as Nina.

"Bring some of your old clothes."

"Ehh, why? Have you finally lost your mind?"

"No, just trust me, you will understand once you get here."

"Be there in fifteen."

I hung up the phone, and looked at Nina, who was trying to figure out what a muffin was for.

"Peel off the paper and eat it."

She did, and her face lit up. She devoured it quickly.

And as promised, fifteen minutes on the dot, the front door slammed open, and Laina entered with bags and a box of clothes.

But in her rush, she did not notice Nina sitting nakedly at the table.

At least today she could strip her own clothes off.

But when she came out of the bathroom, in her underwear.....