My entry for the User Appreciated Event fanfiction contest. I wrote this in a few hours, thinking the dealine was much earlier than it really was. It's the first thing I've written and finished in a while. :). I went with these characters because they were the two I am most familiar with from reading other Trisphee fanfiction.
Murder of Crows
In the valley of barren trees he almost looked like one himself. His grey, tattooed body and long, clawed hands could serve as an adequate perch for the dark birds he watched. The flock stepped around him, around the standing trunks and roots of the trees, delicately picking what little meat remained on the bones left behind by another bloody skirmish. This group was small, latecomers to the table. So was he.
Azeil never failed to know where she was. Shadows were everywhere. If there was a subject in existence there was a shadow somewhere beneath it. The black birds had their shadows, sometimes hardly distinguishable from their bodies. They didn't trouble themselves with the machinations of the war, but they still followed her. She was their bountiful lady, leaving strings of corpses in her wake for the birds to feast on; such that even this lowly sparse flock could find a few ribbons of meat to satisfy themselves. He wondered if she noticed them sitting in the trees or if her eyes were too focused on the soul in font of her. He could see them; sat in their ring with them as they watched and waited for their table to be laid and then flocking after their queen to her next end.
Her next end was not his, fortunately or not, and he parted ways with the murder of crows. There were stories, he had heard, that the crows brought death with them or followed in his wake.
Her wake, perhaps, as the case may be. He fancied that he knew death as well as the next person, possibly better, and he was positive about one thing: death did not have a halo and red eyes.
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[Original Ending]