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Phoeniceus
Legacy Name: Phoeniceus

The

Angelic Kumos
Owner:

Web

Age: 13 years, 10 months, 1 week

Born: June 21st, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 10 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: June 21st, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Phoeniceus
(fee-nih-SEE-uhs)
Her name is the scientific species for the Red-Winged Blackbird.
Silent+Skittish+Insane
Name: Phoeniceus
Nicknames: Pheo (fee-oh)
Gender: Female
Age:16
Orientation: She doesn't bother with love at all
Powers:
none
Weakness:
Her own fears

Likes:
Lilies
Yellow and red things
music

Dislikes:
Creepy people
Anyone who tries to get her to speak
Her own mind

You shutter at the sound
feathers on metal
ragged and torn
from flapping at the bars

You look at me like always
agony and pride
a contract;
I won't speak if you don't

I hate Tuesdays. I look through the bars and watch them take her, the men with the white coats and shiny things. I know they take her to a room with no windows, I looked for her the first time. The next time I tried to stop them, that's why they added the bars, not that I would ever go inside again. Too many fans, not enough windows. Here they come again.
"Doc, why asn't she spoke yet?" I don't like her mother's voice. Too loud.
"The treatments should be working, I don't understand"
"It's 'at bird"
"If it helps her, what harm does it do?"
"I sup'ose. It a dirty thing though"
"Come on Phoeniceus, you can make this stop. All you have to do is talk to us." The same proposition every time. I could end this, one ugly sound and it would stop, it would be like it was. Free, away from this stone prison.
"We are ready for her" They will take her now. Her mother with some sort of sorrow in her eyes. Why did she bring us here? She was there too. She shutters at the scraping sound, feathers on metal, ragged and worn from flapping at the bars. My only
declaration of anger.
"Bird ain't looking so good"
Pheo smiles through her matted hair, what does looking good have to do with anything? We are stronger then her. Every word she speaks is a broken promise.
They will lead her out now. I will hear no screams from the room with no windows, but I see them in her eyes when they bring her back. I could stop it. It's been so long. The sound rolls in my throat. I remember how I hated the harsh, repulsive, useless noise. It was easy for me to give up.
She looks at me like always, with agony and pride. It's a contract, I won't speak if you won't.
I don't have a song. Neither does she.

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