The curse— RP

“Pigeon?”
Crow was about to say something when another crow landed on his other shoulder. Then another on his head.
“Get off, you guys, the humans will notice!” Crow yelped. Of course, the birds couldn’t understand him in his human-form. Two more landed on him, somehow able to squeeze into the group.
Crow-Human! Crow-Human! They cawed, worked into a frenzy by the sheer amount of birds that had been looking for him.
Crow wanted to tell them to chill, but he couldn’t really speak crow when he was a human. He could understand it, but speaking it was sort of hard without a beak. “Did Nescaw do this? Ow! That’s my nose, Brecaw!”
 

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