Crushed

The crow took a step back, looking down at their chest. Their black feathers were soaking up blood, and the venom that had splashed on some of them was dissolving parts of the fine plumage. Nervously and in pain, they let out caws... screams of fear and agony. Their eyes, formerly a deep black with a blueish hue, were now increasingly filling with a vivid red as bloody tears streamed down their face and flowing around the base of their back.