Unfortunately for the page, most of the raven's movements are too erratic and contrary to nature to get anything resembling a good read on. In the clearer moments though, it's more as if he's trying to pull away than anything.
His beak works uselessly once more; it's an obvious struggle, and he drops several meters in the air as whatever force suspending him seems to slacken with his wings still not beating as they should.
It's not—
Whatever that was meant to be is cut off sharply as the raven's head snaps around to watch the circling changelings. The flickering by now seems frantic.
It screams, painfully, and it's the simultaneously terrified and dangerous cry of an animal backed into a corner. The glow surrounding the raven grows brighter as the unseen force lashes out blindly again—but also more spaztic, and intermittently chilling thrills of fear now run through the room along with the already foreboding constant darkness.
Absolutely!
His beak works uselessly once more; it's an obvious struggle, and he drops several meters in the air as whatever force suspending him seems to slacken with his wings still not beating as they should.
It's not—
Whatever that was meant to be is cut off sharply as the raven's head snaps around to watch the circling changelings. The flickering by now seems frantic.
It screams, painfully, and it's the simultaneously terrified and dangerous cry of an animal backed into a corner. The glow surrounding the raven grows brighter as the unseen force lashes out blindly again—but also more spaztic, and intermittently chilling thrills of fear now run through the room along with the already foreboding constant darkness.