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-Shot for the stupid title-pun-
Yep, decided to throw this out there. A roleplay for all the spotty gryphs that want to be involved. I figured that the fields would be the best place for any large gathering of gryphs and riders, where they could be without getting too much attention drawn to them from oh say, city law officials for disturbing the peace. I'll only toss in Nut here with her human Kita.


A loud squawk resounds from a large mass of black and charcoal fur as it bounds through the tall grass. Nut chirps again before crouching down, folding her wings onto her back as she continues her game of evade the human with her human Kita. The teen of course could see her, it wasn't all that difficult to spy a mass of black among all that gold and green foliage.

Kita looks around, shrugging his oversized navy overcoat more onto his shoulders as he walks through the tall grass. "Nut, where are you.." Of course he could see her, but it was more fun for his companion if she thought she was hidden. Really, the gryphon acted like she was still a chick sometimes.

The human continues to get closer to his griffon companion, but stops in his tracks when the other lands. He yelps, giving his own version of a squawk when the griffon makes that noise. Taking a few seconds, Kita seems to register that the male griff was also familiar to him. Though, he doesn't get much of a chance to say anything, as Nut bounded from her hiding place with a hiss at the male.

Nut was having a time hiding from her human, keeping her head low but ears perked. She was pleased he didn't seem to see her, but at hearing a squawk, and her human make that funny noise she darts out of hiding. Fluffing her feathers and hissing at the larger male, she makes herself as bit as possible to keep him back. To her it seemed he could be attacking her human. "Don't you touch my human!"

Trill cocked his head to one side. He certainly had no intention of doing that. Touching her human, that is. He did, however, have to work to keep from showing his amusement at her attempt to seem larger. He was one of the largest griffins he had met, and there was only one female he'd seen that could even come close to his size - though she was, admittedly, very close to his size indeed. Tiamat, the humans called her?

I don't mean to touch your human, you silly thing, he said, a little indignant. But I've met him before. He was with a different griffin then.

Trill had also been younger, a mere adolescent. The griffin accompanying Kita at the time had been a full-grown adult of unusual coloring. Meji or Magi or some difficult name to pronounce. he didn't understand why humans insisted on calling their griffins by names the griffins themselves had difficulty pronouncing. Even Silence, who understood griffins so well, usually, had given him the difficult name Trill to contend with.

As the breeze shifted he caught the hint of a scent of another male griffin and it made his tail twitch some that he couldn't see the griffin, but he reasoned that he was large enough that most other griffins, even should they prove hostile, would have difficulty doing him any serious damage. It was good that Meshach wasn't around, though. He had a knack for provoking people into wanting to attack him.

Trill continued to look affronted. It had never occurred to him to attack a human, or even allow a human who wasn't Silence to touch him without Silence's permission. Though he had only vague memories of the Eyrie now, having lived away from it for so long, he remembered that it was a terrible breach of ettiquette to allow another human who wasn't one's rider to touch one - or to touch a human who wasn't one's rider. The exception, of course, being if Silence gave permission, signalled that it was all right.

Trill understood none of what Kita said, but suspected it was directed at the female griffin anyway. Something about her was vaguely familiar, too. He was certain that Chade would have been able to tell him what it was at once, because the younger griffin was observant like that, but he, Trill, could only be bothered by the suspicion that he had seen the black griffiness before.

I was greeting him, he said stiffly.

He refrained from mentioning that her defense of her human, while admirable and really the only thing a griffin of good sense and breeding could do, was rather futile. It didn't seem the correct thing to say to her. Again, he wished Chade were present, because Chade always knew what to say, though he was rarely capable of saying it.

Trill flicked an ear in the direction of the younger griffin. He could see from the corners of his blue eyes that the newcomer was younger, and smaller, and therefore no real threat to him, though possibly a threat to the human the female seemed so intent on defending. The thought brought a griffin-smile to his features.

We have company, he said softly, indicating the adolescent male. And I think we got off to a bad start. I'm Trill.

Trill nodded, copying the human gesture he had seen Silence make so many times that he had actually inferred its meaning, and even some of its derivational meanings. Actually, he had figured these things out about Silence before Chade had, which made him pleased, though Chade would only smile infuriatingly. He never picked fights with Trill, but sometimes Trill wondered if he would if he were a larger griffin.

Trill looked over one shoulder, making the gesture seem nochalant, and said to the younger griffin, Do you care to make yourself known?

What went unsaid was, "If not, stop lurking near me." The set of his body as he had spoken to the adolescent had added that sort of physical intonation to the vocalization.

He guessed that Meshach would be coming soon, and it would probably be better for the somewhat abrasive man not to run into a semi-wild or wild griffin.