She has always been a crow with the force of a hippo.
Tumbling through the savanna, looking somewhat clumsy, but in reality, completely merged with her goal.
When she takes aim, when she plunges forward, there is no escape.
She will stomp over your body and soul, and then force her beak into your heart, use it like a knife, and puncture your essence over and over, until you finaly succumb to her murderous plan.
Nobody can come to your aid, you need to stand tall all on your own.
Spirit of Tara 