raveninthesunCorax 101

    So you want to know what this whole Corax thing is all about, eh?

    Our good friend Butt-Head might say:
        "Huh huh.  If you don't know, I'm not telling you."

    But, lucky for you, you didn't ask Butt-Head, you asked me.   Heh.  First thing you'll learn about Corax: We're generally suck at keeping our mouths shut.  Well, some of us have learned how to do it, but most of us don't like it.

    Ahem.  Right.  So what is a Corax?

    Well, to get the whole picture, you probably first need to know about werewolves.  Not that they're the be-all and end-all of the changers, but it seems like they get all the attention.  Which is fine by the kitties and most of the rest of us.  But I digress...

    Yes, I said Werewolves.  You know, as in Garou?  As in, nine feet of tree-hugging-earth-happy-rip-the-throat-out-of-the-nearest-thing-that-irritates-you puppy love?  Here's some dirt on them... right here.  Check it out then come back.

    Okay, so you know about the Garou.  Well, way back when, Gaia gave her special tricks to a lot of critters.  Most of them got killed off by the wolves, but that's another story.  Anyway, there are a few of us non-garou were-folk left.  There are lions and tigers and bears (oh my) as well as coyotes and foxes and rats and lizards and spiders and sharks, and I've even heard stories about snakes, but I've never met one.

    And there's us.  The Corax.  The only ones in the whole famn damily that can fly.  We're the Wereravens.

    Each of the were-folk have a job.  The Garou get to be the Official Ass-Kickers of Gaia (TM).  The lizards get to be her memory.  The coyotes keep us all laughing (an important job!).  Gaia only knows what the sharks or the spiders are here for, but I'm sure its important.  Our job is to be the scouts and messengers.  We find information, and we make sure it gets to where it needs to be.  I think the job suits us well.  We sure are a hell of a lot better at it than the so-called "Eyes of Gaia."  No offense to my kind and humble (sniff... smell that?  Its Sarcasm) were-cat cousins, but, what good is finding a secret if you sit on it?

    But anyway, that pretty much covers it.  Basically, we're a bunch of promiscuous blabbermouths with an eye on the world.  Whether we're bicycle couriers, tabloid reporters, or just plain wierd old birds, if you're on Gaia's side, you can trust us to get the intel to where it needs to be.  And if you're not on Gaia's side...  well... just take comfort in the fact that there's someone watching over you.  Heh.


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