This is Naloraken. It's an old character, with many forms. This is an avian one, in memory of my baby who passed away.

I love corvids. Around here, they call me the crazy crow lady. Five years ago, I found a baby raven who was getting pecked to death by magpies. I took it in and nursed it. I named it Ravn.

Ravn was my best friend. She wasn't a pet. When she was old enough, I let her come and go as she pleased. She would peck on my window when she wanted me to let her in. She respected that my shinies were mine, something that is very uncommon amongst ravens. Never did she hurt me or attempt to steal from me. She came to me at nights when I couldn't sleep. I had a bond with her that I haven't had with any human being.

Every spring, they shoot the jackdaw here, because they are many and that also means there is many babies. It gets too crowded. My baby was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and they shot her. I found her this morning.

She had a nest. She had found a mate, most probably, she had eggs waiting at home too. She had decades of her life in front of her, and it all ended this morning just because some ignorant human couldn't see the difference between a jackdaw and a raven. My distaste for humanity in general is beyond imagination right now.


Anyways. Naloraken is the name of this bird, and many other creatures that I have drawn. They're all the same. They all represent the same. Death. Mourning. And revenge.