It had only been a week --or maybe two?-- that he'd last seen Mr. Spotty-Butt the Leopard. He'd left Polaris behind and flown around to his heart's content. Today found him back in Polaris, he didn't know why but perhaps he'd find something interesting. Last time he had the leopard to blackmail. What would he find today?

As he cruised the skyways he noticed something glimmering on the ground. Wanting to get a closer look just in case it was a shiny he could grab, the black bird lowered himself closer to the ground. Unfortunately, it wasn't something he could grab. It was just another bird with some strange gem on its head. Bummer. He couldn't take that. Dismayed, the raven almost flew away but stopped when he noticed that silly strut the gray and white bird had. Did he fancy himself as some sort of royal thing? Intrigued the raven tailed him from the air. Making sure he flew slightly behind the bird as not to cast a shadow on top of him.

The longer he watched the more he found the creature to be hilarious! Just look how he strutted! He thought of himself as some sort of pretty bird. Ah ha! That was funny. The only one who was a pretty bird around here was him. Perhaps he ought to show that bird brain who was the real prince.

With a flap of his wings and a glimmer of his purple claw he flapped his wings and flew a little bit faster. He even lowered himself to skim right over the creature's head, hoping to scare him. Then, he landed in front of the bird. The raven spread his wings out on either side of him, showing his size and blocking the creature's way. Normally he wasn't so forward but today he was feeling lucky. Finally he had someone smaller than himself to pick on.

"Krahaha! Prince? That's quite funny! Hahaha!" The raven cawed and laughed in his face. "If anyone here's a prince it's Krakarak! He's the one who's the smartest and prettiest bird in all of the caves!" He laughed again, loudly, right in front of the gem-headed bird's face.

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Oh, such a reaction! The bird puffed himself up and called him an imbecile. Krakarak would have been insulted had it not been for the fact that this bird thought he was some sort of king. Well, in a roundabout sort of way. Simply to piss the puffed up dove off further while he was speaking the raven tucked his wings back to his sides and dipped his head to the ground to begin pecking at the insects there. Feigning disinterest in his words. He only raised his head up to speak a few moments after the other finished.

The look in his eyes was smug, same with the shit-eating grin on his face as he opened his beak to answer. "Then show me, imbecile! Krak Krak! I am the great Krakarak! The one who is the prettiest bird of the caves and who is the prince of carrion! Krakaw!" He would have said king but Aza'zel was the king. In fact, Aza'zel was the only bird who he would give the authority to unless another earned his respect. So far that had yet to happen and this pigeon wasn't doing so well as to earn his respect. Just to see if it would anger him further Krak turned his head slightly away from the bird, as if he was hardly worth his time and said, "Krakarak would rather have 'drab' feathers than a stupid misshapen rock head! Krak!" Now, let him come back from that! Krakarak enjoyed this sort of thing. Pissing people off just to see how angry they got. Sure, it was a dangerous game sometimes but with someone as small as the pigeon he doubted he would come off bad in a fight.

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