The Waltz of Crows and Magpies (Revamp)

Part .5.

BIOLOGY SHEET #1

Canines:

Canines, mostly referred to in that universe to describe Wolf-typed monsters or Dog-typed monsters, are often distinguished by their unique physical build, ears and snout. They belong to the Animal-type family of the monster world.

They are the most capable type in terms of strength, confidence, and loyalty towards others, often seen getting easily and overly attached to people they feel attracted to, either platonically or romantically.

Most Canine-types always feel the need to demonstrate their strength when surrounded by new environments or people, in order to show dominance over them. The reason in which they do it is more instinctual than voluntary, though those who are seen as arrogant do it on purpose.

Canine-types have the highest concentration in the South section of the earth, with the lowest concentration being in the East, due to the ancient war between Canines and Reptiles.

In terms of romance, their tastes vary drastically. Some may only demonstrate attraction to the same species, while others feel attraction to completely different species exclusively, of course, this applies to all Animal-typed monsters as well.

PART .5.

**POV:K**

My eyes felt incredibly dry, painful even. It felt as if they were going to crust off of their sockets and turn into dust once hitting the floor. Everything felt so dream-like, maybe I was asleep, or maybe reality as I knew it was crumbling before me, but my thoughts, and my brain were unable to process anything. Everything was so faded, so cloudy and dreamy.

"....coffee..." I muttered to myself as I stood up, my body feeling limp and even more drained than before. Every step I took felt like it shook the ground, and the ground itself was about to split apart.

The only thing my drained and tortured eyesight was able to focus on was the coffee machine sitting on the counter in the corner of the office. That was my salvation, I stared at it as if it were god herself. Even the imaginary light beaming from it appeared real to me.

My slow, almost limp hands grabbed the glass of boiling water, and poured it into the blender along with the coffee beans. I was too lazy to add milk, or maybe I was too disconnected from the world to the point where I was forgetting about almost everything.

My patience wasn't there whatsoever, it was completely drained from within me, but at the same time I didn't have the energy to pull a tantrum about waiting for coffee to be done.

After what felt like hours on end, it was done... before I realized I didn't set a mug down and that all of it was spilling on the floor. I was too slow to go and get one, but gradually, I was able to process that I was making a mess, and that that mess was being caused by another mess, me.

I set the mug down, and watched it as it slowly filled up, or maybe I just imagined it being slow since it over-flooded instantly. Maybe I was just having a shitty day, or I was losing brain cells, but either way I was a disaster of a person.

The warm feeling of the coffee running down my throat was incredible, it made me feel alive, causing me to let out a freeing scream. Magpie-type screams weren't the most pleasing thing to hear first thing in the morning... they were ear-bleeding to say the least.

My senses were coming back to me, that type of coffee was like magic, it made me feel so in the moment and refreshed, it could easily replace the energy gained in an eight hour sleep.

That dream state I was in was completely gone, vanished from existence. My senses were stimulated, and I was feeling more energized than ever before. Dawn breaking behind me and letting in all the sunlight made that scene and feeling look more majestic that it should've been.