Feral Bastard

He wasn't a dad, he was just the guy helping you to survive by teaching you how to actually fight and wield a sword.

Much to the detriment of everyone else.

It's a bit of both, turns out removing a magical collar by brute force can really fuck up your throat, but even without that, there wasn't much reason to speak.

No one wanted to hear what the 'attack dog' had to say.

Your thoughts on John and his dad? Without Mr. Egbert's help you probably would have found a way to permanently kill a phoenix. It would have been on accident, but everyone knew leaving you to raise a child alone would have been a very bad idea. Including the kid himself. Your thoughts on Mr. Egbert are usually favorable, although you tend to get annoyed with him if you stick around for too long.

As for John....

Your ears pick up the sound of him and Dave talking as they watch you leave for the night.

John: Bet we could do it now.

Dave: And our long history of failure hasn't taught us that sneaking up on that bastard isn't damn near impossible?

You nod your head as you think back to all the times Dave has ever poofed up, while there were plenty of examples. One memory sticks out to you in particular.

Back before Dave could fly.

This first time he had basically challenged you instead of clinging to your leg and waiting for you to grab him some food. He had ran in front of you; his cheeks puffed out, feathers floofed, arms and wings spread wide as he blocked you from the apple tree.

You were understandably confused as you tried to figure out why he was so agitated...

You were always so careful when it came to her, she always seemed so delicate in your eyes that you were afraid if you moved too quickly or roughly you could break her. So you always stayed so still so damn still.

That time was no different as you held out your hand, palm up, at her request and she placed something in the middle of it. You stare at her hands before looking up to her face and seeing a grim determination set on her soft features.

It was wrong. So so wrong.

When she opened her mouth you gave her all your attention.

"If you're serious about leaving… use this to find my son." And her grim determination slowly turned into such a deep sadness you wanted to do nothing more than to wrap your arms around her and squeeze. But you didn't move other than to nod your head. She smiled at that, it didn't reach her eyes.

Your path was set. You would leave. You would take Dave and find Jane's son.

She used her hands to make yours curl around the object in your hand. And that was that. You never saw her again after that moment as you had to plan your next move carefully.

You tap the picture you scribbled out as fast as possible.

Dave: When I met him before the whole dying and rebirth thing, he was just a young guy that didn’t know a fucking thing about fighting. Just ran in with his teeth and claws and hoped he was enough of a stubborn jackass to not get killed.

Dave: I’m literally the goodest boyo, yain’t ever going to see anyone better.

Dave: Be bastard is the only thing a Bro knows when he's raised by LE, as for speaking, I've only ever heard him talk 5 times in my life. To say my name with something like parental disapproval and to give me praise for something I did. I'm not going to talk about that one.

....

Dave: Didn’t.

You are literally the coolest bird kid around. Look at you go, flipping off the lid like a champion and taking a victory drink of something you consider literal ambrosia.

You stick your head out of the bush to investigate the food being presented to you. They haven’t done anything harmful to you yet, but you also know there is a price on your head and it would be foolish to accept food from strangers.....

!!!!!

You have absolutely no idea what this noisy thing that was tossed at you even is, you did hear the word snack but this does not look like any snack you’ve had before!

Here it is!!! Brand new Bro blog!! For an au of where he is a dragon/unicorn