Black Feathers

They say he fell from the sky during a storm.
With a flash of brilliant light and ground shaking thunder. He rose like a mountain, taller than the trees and eyes greener than their leaves. The night follows him like two shadows, his body draped in a cloak that sweeps the floor when he walks.
Eyes as hard as the stones adorning his crown, heart as still as the sky on a windless day.
In his presence the Wolves obey, the Bears dare not challenge, the Reptiles hold their tongues, the Cats watch from afar, and the Hyenas swallow their laughter.