Though the being may have been fishlike, it certainly didn't have fish teeth. That would have looked a bit funny anyhow on the canine. Glistening ivories were bared to Cyprian as he approached, barking and shuffling. It wasn't everyday a giant bird came flying for you, the aggression was warranted. Figuring that there wasn't much difference between being killed immediately after his rebirth or having a civil conversation the ave landed and began communications.
-------Nerves settled as soon after the phoenix spoke, his counterpart having relaxed. Unconsciously Cyprian's own wings slackened, tail feathers giving a quick wave. It seemed that though the creature may not have understood him, it did understand that he wasn't an overt threat. The casual lolling of it's tongue, the scratch of an itch, what a change in countenance. Cyprian appreciated the being's ability to express itself so openly. Even if Cyprian had wanted to, he could never express himself so effortlessly. Wings and beaks had great purpose, but they didn't tie easily with self-expression.
-------Watching, the phoenix saw as the blonde purposefully motioned to its ears, giving a shake of it's head. It took but a moment to process, 'Oh, they're... deaf?,' this was problematic. Surely the stranger wouldn't be able to sense what Cyprian was saying. There weren't too many civilized birds flying about trying to speak with deaf canines. Just as the phoenix started think of ways for them to communicate the scaled hound took off. Cyprian watched as he left, starting to think he'd been dismissed until the creature returned with a few sticks in its maw. Puzzled, the bird cocked its head as it's counterpart arranged their sticks into shapes. Shapes that soon turned to recognizable letters.
-------'Vic.'
-------Eyes dilating, flashing in realization the phoenix released it's own chirp of excitement. Their alphabet was the same. Cyprian wasn't too far out of time. There was hope.
-------Hopping over to the layed out sticks Cyprian glanced to the canine before rearranging them to suit his needs. Adding a few to make it work.
-------'Cyps'
------- Shorthand, just as Vic's name had been. Cyprian extended a wig to the letters, then gestured to himself. With a fluff of his feathers, a flutter of wings, and a wag of tail feathers the ave expressed its contentment in having been able to communicate with Vic.
-------It was far too complex to continue with the general spiel regarding Cyprian's existence in what he presumed to be Vic's home. Thus, he took to stick language once more and made the general shape of a sailboat. Then moving his attention back to the canine he tilted his head in question.
-------Though he could fly from the archipelago just fine, he'd prefer to see what was left of the old Paradis culture of seafaring. It wasn't as though he had urgent matters to attend to. No responsibilities, likely no one looking for him. Perhaps someone from his own time still existed, but there seemed no point in searching for them. If fate allowed, they'd find each other.
-------Nerves settled as soon after the phoenix spoke, his counterpart having relaxed. Unconsciously Cyprian's own wings slackened, tail feathers giving a quick wave. It seemed that though the creature may not have understood him, it did understand that he wasn't an overt threat. The casual lolling of it's tongue, the scratch of an itch, what a change in countenance. Cyprian appreciated the being's ability to express itself so openly. Even if Cyprian had wanted to, he could never express himself so effortlessly. Wings and beaks had great purpose, but they didn't tie easily with self-expression.
-------Watching, the phoenix saw as the blonde purposefully motioned to its ears, giving a shake of it's head. It took but a moment to process, 'Oh, they're... deaf?,' this was problematic. Surely the stranger wouldn't be able to sense what Cyprian was saying. There weren't too many civilized birds flying about trying to speak with deaf canines. Just as the phoenix started think of ways for them to communicate the scaled hound took off. Cyprian watched as he left, starting to think he'd been dismissed until the creature returned with a few sticks in its maw. Puzzled, the bird cocked its head as it's counterpart arranged their sticks into shapes. Shapes that soon turned to recognizable letters.
-------'Vic.'
-------Eyes dilating, flashing in realization the phoenix released it's own chirp of excitement. Their alphabet was the same. Cyprian wasn't too far out of time. There was hope.
-------Hopping over to the layed out sticks Cyprian glanced to the canine before rearranging them to suit his needs. Adding a few to make it work.
-------'Cyps'
------- Shorthand, just as Vic's name had been. Cyprian extended a wig to the letters, then gestured to himself. With a fluff of his feathers, a flutter of wings, and a wag of tail feathers the ave expressed its contentment in having been able to communicate with Vic.
-------It was far too complex to continue with the general spiel regarding Cyprian's existence in what he presumed to be Vic's home. Thus, he took to stick language once more and made the general shape of a sailboat. Then moving his attention back to the canine he tilted his head in question.
-------Though he could fly from the archipelago just fine, he'd prefer to see what was left of the old Paradis culture of seafaring. It wasn't as though he had urgent matters to attend to. No responsibilities, likely no one looking for him. Perhaps someone from his own time still existed, but there seemed no point in searching for them. If fate allowed, they'd find each other.