Raven-Jadewolfe

"Mm-mm-mum, up," Kaius insisted, his needle sharp talons flexing up at his mother, "Up mumm." Jane plucke dhim up and sat the boy in her lap before returning her attention back to her cards, "Come on James, it's not like we're palying for real credits. Are you in or are you out?" The third human Spectre waffled another minute longer before dropping his cards face down on the table, "I fold dammit. I start thinking I'm actually good at this game...then I come here and play with you sharks." "So much for all of those losses blamed on bad cerveza," Garrus bantered, earning a laugh from the other players, "At least I could admit I was terrible

Once cherished, it now captures dust on metal feathers, Forgotten after being moved from perch to shelf. Who now shall wind the clockwork raven? Not I, not she, nor any who dwell in between. With eyes dimming and cogs becoming weary, It has long outlived any useful capacity. Who now shall carry the clockwork raven? Not we, not he, nor any who are too blind to see. Wings too old to retreat into the sky Broken talons too brittle to stand and fight. Who now shall lay to rest the clockwork raven? Maybe you, maybe me.