"As the only concubine to ever dare to resist him, she needed to be made an example of. He ordered the construction of a roost resting high atop a tower built not only of stone and wood, but also the corpses of many unfortunate slaves tasked with its assembly. The human-sized henhouse contained an open wall that overlooked the courtesan's homeland, the exact hills and valleys she used to inhabit before the slaughter and enslavement of her people. It was there that she was kept in a rusted bird cage, its iron frame too small for her to stand or lay down.
Regrettably, the strife of having the hearth of her childhood so close yet so impossibly unobtainable wasn't the worst of her burdens. Her cruel master bled an entire stable of beasts in the fire of the dark gods, invoking a sinister affliction. Her now immortal life was spent in two phases: as a human during the day, naked and shivering, hopelessly wailing in sorrow; and as a crow by night, restless and frantic, flapping and fluttering against the unforgiving rungs of her eternal jail.” -M.D. Walter
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