Its feathers didn't seem as metallic or glistening, but this was only because its body seemed to shift from solid to a fiery flicker on a whim. It was almost impossible to tell whether this was truly a living creature… or a sea of flames…
It had a beautiful body of blue, its oppressive cold counterbalancing the Golden Crow. Its long, slender neck stretched into the skies, making it the most reserved of the beasts.
This creature was none other than the long since thought to be existent Phoenix!
"Why are you looking at me? You annoying mut. See if I don't lop one of your heads off." The cyclops growled.
"Do you think a Clan like the Centaurs can just disappear on a whim? Obviously one of you made a move."
"Who care about a damned centaur clan? What do they have that my Cyclops Race could possibly need? If you're going to speak, use one of your more intelligent heads before I leave you with no choice but to!"
