A solitary raven perched atop the wall, nigh invisible as it's ruffled black feathers blended in perfectly with the black sky. Under the veil of night, it was almost impossible to tell that the raven was anything more than a common, every day bird. But upon closer inspection, a sharp eye woud detect the strangely inquisitive gleam in it's gaze.
It had been two year since the death of Slade's former master. He had managed to make do with the skills his master had passed on, stealing what he could to live. But that was a lonley and aimless life for a Kelvic. He needed a new master. Someone who he could trust. A Kelvic without a master is barely a Kelvic atall.
That's not true, and you know it.
Jericho's voice pierced through Slade's mental defences as if they were nothing. Slade groaned inwardly. Even when Jericho had control of Slade's body as he usually did when they were in animal form, he still felt the need to further invade Slade's mind a well.
I suppose the concept of privacy doesnt exist when we share the same body, does it? thought Slade.
Jericho's chuckle rumbled through Slade's consciousness.
You're finally catching on.
Slade would have rolled his eyes if he had control of them.
Tell you what, said Slade. Starting from now, our new life begins.
Care to elaborate?
You're always pining for a master like a common lapdog. It's pathetic. From now on, you are your own master.
Slade made is opinion on this clear, filling both of their consciousness's with his doubt.
Jericho sent an annoyed squawk from the raven's beak.
Ever the pessimist, aren't you? Just give it a go.
Slade groaned once again.
Fine. If it'll get you off my back.
Slade could feel Jericho's satisfaction spreading through him.
Welcome to the world, Slade.
The rave spread its wings and took off into the night.