ShadowHounder
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ShadowHounder and InsaneDarkness: The Ashes of Fate Part 6
The chains still held tight to the Phoenix, although its burning heat and brightness died out instantly. It glared at Natherion, eyes enraged. The battlefield was quiet if not for the friction of chains, of which were not as ear-piercing as they were when the Phoenix had been struggling.
Natherion glared back, his eyes not wavering once. On of his Drakes slowly approached the being, a gaze that held more curiosity than malice.
The Phoenix's eyes stared back, its eyes reflecting the form of the Drake. It cooed lowly, losing its anger to a form of neutrality.
"Tell me, why do you choose to defend him?" Natherion asked the Phoenix. "What potential do you see in a marder with no sense of scope?"
"I did not choose to defend him," a voice echoed, the source the Phoenix, even though its beak hadn't opened. "I am more close to him than anyone else is. No one can understand who that man is more than me." The Phoenix paused. "And you should find someone else to pester. Because Blaze is not the kind of person to purposefully cause harm. He is a doctor. He wants the best for people and for the universe as a whole." The Phoenix closed its eyes, letting out a noise akin to a sigh. "Though I doubt you are even listening to me."
Natherion snapped his fingers, the chains dissolving into the ash they were created from. "I do not trust him, nor will I ever... But I can still put faith in a remnants of my home."
"I understand you have doubts about the intentions of an outsider," the Phoenix started, "but he wishes no harm upon you. During your... encounter, he considered ways to stop you with violence." It stretched its wings out, cooing a little in relief. "But he didn't use violence. He understands that you have the right intentions."
"Do you have a name?" Natherion asked the Phoenix.
"A name?" the Phoenix blinked. "What use would I have of one?" It pulled its leg up to scratch its head. "Ooh, that's the spot..." Its feathers floofed up as it continued to scratch.
"Alright, I will leave you to attend to your... Master." Natherion answered hesitantly.
"What is it you plan to do, then?" The Phoenix finished scratching itself before floofing its feathers one more time.
"If things on this planet are to end how I fear they will... I will prepare." Natherion answered.
"And will you succeed?" The Phoenix raised its head in interest.
"I have a eighteen point zero three five percent chance of succeeding." He admitted grimly.
"I thought the future was something that was already decided for all of us." The Phoenix turned around, looking over its right wing. "Like the end of the world. Turns out, maybe that's not the case if you have an eighteen point zero three five percent to succeed." It crouched low, wings outstretched. "People can be rather... stubborn creatures. That's one thing I have learned from as long as I've lived. Maybe you should find a way to benefit from your own stubbornness and the stubbornness of others," it finished before it took off.
Natherion watched as the bird flew away. "Perhaps we will see if my stubbornness is enough to prevent my own death."
The chains still held tight to the Phoenix, although its burning heat and brightness died out instantly. It glared at Natherion, eyes enraged. The battlefield was quiet if not for the friction of chains, of which were not as ear-piercing as they were when the Phoenix had been struggling.
Natherion glared back, his eyes not wavering once. On of his Drakes slowly approached the being, a gaze that held more curiosity than malice.
The Phoenix's eyes stared back, its eyes reflecting the form of the Drake. It cooed lowly, losing its anger to a form of neutrality.
"Tell me, why do you choose to defend him?" Natherion asked the Phoenix. "What potential do you see in a marder with no sense of scope?"
"I did not choose to defend him," a voice echoed, the source the Phoenix, even though its beak hadn't opened. "I am more close to him than anyone else is. No one can understand who that man is more than me." The Phoenix paused. "And you should find someone else to pester. Because Blaze is not the kind of person to purposefully cause harm. He is a doctor. He wants the best for people and for the universe as a whole." The Phoenix closed its eyes, letting out a noise akin to a sigh. "Though I doubt you are even listening to me."
Natherion snapped his fingers, the chains dissolving into the ash they were created from. "I do not trust him, nor will I ever... But I can still put faith in a remnants of my home."
"I understand you have doubts about the intentions of an outsider," the Phoenix started, "but he wishes no harm upon you. During your... encounter, he considered ways to stop you with violence." It stretched its wings out, cooing a little in relief. "But he didn't use violence. He understands that you have the right intentions."
"Do you have a name?" Natherion asked the Phoenix.
"A name?" the Phoenix blinked. "What use would I have of one?" It pulled its leg up to scratch its head. "Ooh, that's the spot..." Its feathers floofed up as it continued to scratch.
"Alright, I will leave you to attend to your... Master." Natherion answered hesitantly.
"What is it you plan to do, then?" The Phoenix finished scratching itself before floofing its feathers one more time.
"If things on this planet are to end how I fear they will... I will prepare." Natherion answered.
"And will you succeed?" The Phoenix raised its head in interest.
"I have a eighteen point zero three five percent chance of succeeding." He admitted grimly.
"I thought the future was something that was already decided for all of us." The Phoenix turned around, looking over its right wing. "Like the end of the world. Turns out, maybe that's not the case if you have an eighteen point zero three five percent to succeed." It crouched low, wings outstretched. "People can be rather... stubborn creatures. That's one thing I have learned from as long as I've lived. Maybe you should find a way to benefit from your own stubbornness and the stubbornness of others," it finished before it took off.
Natherion watched as the bird flew away. "Perhaps we will see if my stubbornness is enough to prevent my own death."