Feline,that was how people usually described her.They kept their distance and seldom talked to her..it was almost as if they were afraid that she would shape-shift any moment and pounce upon them.
Laura ran her hands through her hair and tied it into a loose bun of sorts.The ice still hadn't melted in her cold coffee.Slowly,humming her favourite tune,she rose from her armchair and opened the blinds.As the amber rays of the ever delicious morning sun filled her room,she took a sip of her coffee and walked towards her balcony.
A one legged raven was perched on the clothesline.One which was looking intently at her with its inky black,beady eyes.Laura was not a tad,not even a teeny bit superstitious..but right then, she couldn't help but feel that there was something oddly unsettling about her visitor.
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