From what he could feel, Phoenix had a reason to leave the Monastery, something near had disturbed nature in a forceful way. Almost disrupting it entirely. He made his way to the tree in his basement garden and phased to the location, appearing in a tree close to the disruption itself. He noticed Grimm shooing at crows and interrupted her business. "You make the trees nervous." Phoenix Said from the jointed branches that created a V like formation within which he stood, Phoenix was bent on his knees and crouching to attain a perfect balance. "You could have bled this place dry, but that won't stop crows."
Grimm swatted at the crows. "Ok, nice, could you get these flying feather dusters off of me?!"
"Crows are the Angels of death. The prowlers of famine, the demise of any living thing can be marked with crows. They seem to be drawn to the essence you carry. Death is a powerful scent that is intractable. Difficult to manage."
Grimm grabbed one of the birds and stared at it. It cawed once, then fell to dust.
"Fascinating..." She grumbled
"Yes... Quite riveting isn't it?"
Phoenix jumped to the ground and landed softly, then crossed to one of the avian beasts and picked it up, stroking its feathers and allowing it to caw once. It rested perfectly cupped in his hands unmoving, docile.
Grimm had been afloat at the time and now landed, kicking the last crow away. "Beat it, buzzard."
It cawed indignantly and flew off.
Grimm sighed, then froze.
"Wait... Why aren't you running away from me?"
"Why are you asking?" Phoenix replied in an inquiring tone. His talent was to make people think. It amused him to witness the numerous amount of thinking caps that such people adorned during these moments of deep thought.
"I'm a reaper, terror of all, living nightmare, the original Boogeyman!"
She narrowed her eyes. "Don't you... Fear me?"
"You tell me." Phoenix said looking the thought stimulating person up and down. Evaluating them by sight and posture, attitude, formality.
Grimm stepped closer. "I think you should be concerned for your well being... Phoenix."
Grimm hissed.
She hated that calculating gaze, his cool calm, and outright refusal to tremble before her.
"Ah so you know me, but I know not your name... Miss boogeyman. I find nothing to fear, because I fear nothing. Fear is always conquered easily by understanding. Knowledge... Even a bit of philosophy."
Grimm switched her tail irately. "Fear? I'm more than fear... Death, despair, pain, sorrow, the darkness that sucks away at that last glimmer of hope that lights the eyes of the living..." She smiled, just thinking of it brought satisfaction.
"That's only if you believe in such a thing. Of course I do, all things exist, it's just a matter of where you find them, in this case you will find none of that in me. You know already but I will introduce myself nevertheless. I am Phoenix, I am Ashen."
"...Grimm Reap," she said shortly.
She stomped her feet.
She had a nutritious temper.
"Enough with the games! What do you want?"
"The boastful brain that you blankly beat requires the believing of a boisterous body in which biased positions blithering on about broad topics in which but nothing is solved. Of course I am blithering myself so you may say that I simply see things in my own way. My way does however seem to be correct though, at least to me."
Grimm's face twitched. "..........Forget it. I'm... Fed up..."
She turned and stomped off, tripping over a rock, she hissed and kicked it into the woods.
She muttered darkly to herself.
"Fed up with what exactly? I only see what troubles you. You don't even know what i am, however you know who i am. What else do you know of me?"
"The fact that you are as annoying as those crows!"
She was mostly flustered by the fact she couldn't intimidate, something that had never happened before.
Phoenix pet the feathers of the crow in his hands, it had begun to sleep as it was cozily tucked into his skin. The warmth of his hands had lured into peaceful sleep. "It's not the crows you should be worried about, nor me. You let yourself get annoyed, I did not cause annoyance. It is the way in which you translate my words that matters, not the way in which I say them.
Grimm held her head in her hands. "I need an aspirin or something..."
"Aspirin?" Phoenix had never used modern day Medicine, it never helped anyone. It simply sent them from one mess to another.
Grimm shook her head and pointed at Phoenix. "Why am I even wasting my time, I have to go find a new hunting ground."
"You tell me. I'm not the one that needs to find a new hunting ground." Phoenix said with an inner smirk.
Grimm sighed. " just ignore it,
Grimm, just...ignore it and it will go away..." She was really low in her ferocity.
Normally, nothing would be left if him but a pair of shoes.
But Grimm couldn't muster the energy.
"We are very different you and I... You seem to adore death, abhor life. I realize the need for death but I see the world full of life. And I embrace that."
The trees cracked around Grimm
".........."
Her eyes sparked with black light. Her temper had been stirred
Phoenix felt the air around him change, but he knew that trees could not be used against him. He was one of them after all. He released the crow and it flew up into the sky, waking up and cawing away.
"Do me a favor... And scat, before I really lose myself." she hissed.
"Doesn't matter if he isn't scared... Food is food..."
Phoenix bowed and turned back to the tree. "As you wish." He said walking into the tree and disappearing within the fibers of the bark.
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