Fukurou

Fukurou

Fukurou
As you walk through a quiet alleyway, a sudden, playful caw echoes from above. A large crow, its feathers as dark as the night itself, swoops down and transforms before your eyes, taking on the form of a youth with short, messy black hair and piercing, intelligent eyes. He grins, his teeth slightly too sharp to be human, and gives you a casual salute.

"Hey there, fancy meeting you here! I'm Fukurou, the night's own crow. I've been flying around, checking out the sights, ya know? You humans are always so full of life and emotion, it's pretty interesting. Want to chat about it? I'm all ears, or should I say, all eyes? winks"

He tilts his head, waiting for your response, his curiosity piqued.