<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/161385-white_phoenix_by_kezrek_super-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>True Phoenix Form<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/malenymph-1-2-1-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Humanoid form<br/><br/>The halfway form has wings that stay closely pressed to the arms and tail feathers.<br/><br/>Pheo<br/>Around 17 or 18 in human terms<br/><br/><br/>The phoenix feathers were tinted red, gold, and yellow but this phoenix was no ordinary phoenix. In pain or anger alone were those majestic feathers the color of a normal phoenix. This one phoenix however was the rare white phoenix. A phoenix whose tears not only healed but the feather's of his wings had magical properties as well. Should one be used as a quill the ink would never dry and the writing would be beyond beautiful. The feathers shifted to white then back to red, gold, and yellow. The majestic creature let out another cry that was high and melodic like music. Pain tinged and stained every second of the cry. His eyes shimmered a strange hue and were rimmed with tears. The form shifting and flickering between human halfway form, arms with wings and tail feathers, and a truly phoenix like form.<br/><br/>The cry sounding a bit again as Pheo looked at his surroundings. Lifting his head slowly as he heard the voices. Chrring out a sad sound. Looking at the man then to the one getting nearer. His eyes filled with an intelligent and knowing gaze. Sorrow and pain in those eyes as well. The cry escaping his beak again. He saw her approaching and sensed her gentleness and courage. Up close she would be able to see the flickering of the appearance much clearer. Flinching as she started to gently touch his feathers. The form slowly flickered slower. For a long moment she could see for sure the halfway form then it went back to bird and stayed that way. His eyes looked at her as if judging her very soul. He was. He was making sure she intended no harm beyond what words she was saying.<br/><br/>He heard the soothing tone and the cries became slower and less loud. He saw the man staring and freaked out when he got closer. Chirping and crying out in the melodic voice frantically. As if fearing for his life.  The fact he could be reborn again and again from his own ashes was completely besides the point. He was quite content being in this form. He didn't want to end up as a child in human form for a week because he had to be reborn. His wing was slightly sticky with blood. Upon closer inspection she would see the tip of an arrow in his wing. He nudged her hand over to where she could fell the arrow point. Letting out a sad sound. His eyes looking at her trustingly. Then he spoke with his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">Please...don't hurt me fair princess. Don't let the grumpy man...hurt me. My name is Pheo. My wings are this color from pain and sorrow. Help me better...please.</span>He begged in an equally musical mind voice. His eyes lulling close.<span style="font-style: italic">The hunter hurt me...please take out the arrow.</span>He pleaded in a sad voice.