phoenix from flame

Tornadic lifted his head at the rustle of unsure wingbeats and found himself perking slightly at the familiar piebald raven looking over the treeline. He knew the bird was Poem’s and found himself galumphing after him as he circled and landed.

He was excited to see a familiar face, but more than that he was excited to speak to someone who would understand what he was going through. As he approached her however he found himself slowing slightly, his head lowering as he took in her sulking appearance. The smell of smoke and ash still clung to her fur and became more apparent as he drew closer to her.

“Poem?” He called gently.



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