Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils tingling with death's surprise. Human remnants cling to my clothing like bloody briars as I continue to wade, hip deep in flesh, bone and viscera.

Welcome to my lair, call me Crovid/Crow

this website is a form of self-expression and creative freedom, Tucked away in my very own ghastly corner of the net, It is a constant work in progress and subject to abrupt change as i so desire.


Last updated: 2026-04-24 (updated wildlife gallery page, and scrapbook. )

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