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 Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:04 pm
Note: This is kind of a continuation of the Eyrie RP in the Untamed Mountains subforum, but anyone is more than welcome to jump in. Please do.
A relatively tall young woman with long black hair walked on the wide path beside her griffin, Trill, a tan and brown-spotted adolescent. On the other side of the griffin, a tall young man with copper-colored skin and turquoise eyes strolled, gazing about as though seeing everything around him for the first time, but maintaining a disinterested expression.
They had not traveled by foot for much of the journey to this forest, but a griffin Trill's age simply hadn't the stamina to carry a rider for days on end, even a slender rider, like Silence proved. Also, she wanted to see and experience the world, not just fly over it. Besides, as Silence would never admit to her human-looking traveling companion, she was developing sores in certain places from riding for so long sans harness or saddle.
Silence fiddled with her braid as she walked. During the past several days, it had become a rat's nest, from constant wind blowing through and around it. She didn't dare unbraid it, for fear that the long dark rope which hung down her back would snarl even worse and that she would have to cut it. Which she couldn't do, actually, now that she thought about it, since the only weapon she had any access to was her companion's knife, of which she would never request the use, if she didn't count Trill's talons.
Her stomach rumbled furiously and warmth spread to her cheeks. It had been days since they had left the Eyrie, and equally long since she had eaten. Trill, a growing griffin, didn't care for missing meals, but as an immortal creature, he was better-equipped to do so than she was, and could actually live for up to a week without food and be none the worse for the wear, but for becoming irritable. As for her companion...it was anyone's guess if he even felt hunger.
"We need to hunt, or something," she said.
"We? I believe I'm the only one of us equipped to do so. That ball of fluff couldn't catch a dead dog." He nodded toward Trill.
"Trill's not used to having to hunt. He was fed regularly at the Eyrie."
Her companion turned a knowing look in her direction. "Of course," he agreed. "Poor Trill. How he must suffer."
"Make light of it if you will," she grumbled, "but that won't make the problem go away, you know. We need to eat."
"We?" he repeated once more, making Silence grind her teeth in frustration. "Dragons need only eat once a week, once they've shed their first skin, and less frequently as they age. By adolescence, a dragon need only eat every month or so. Less, if he's strong and virile."
Silence remained pointedly silent, allowing Trill's outraged squawk to speak for both of them.
"I'll catch something after the sun sets," her companion said finally. "Otherwise," he explained before she could ask him any questions, "people will see me, and it doesn't suit me to be seen."
"The sun's setting now," Silence pointed out.
"So it is. I'll be off, then. Make a camp for yourself."
Without any visible prelude or preparation, he leapt into the air, becoming a bird of prey before his feet left the ground, yet never actually jumping, and as he cleared the trees there came a blood-curdling shriek, the sound of a dragon hunting.
Silence grumbled to Trill as she obeyed his orders. She was unsure when the dragon had gone from an unasked-for traveling companion to giving orders, but the transition must have been smooth. Or, perhaps, he had been in charge all along, and she had merely been deluding herself into believing otherwise. That was the most likely choice.
After a certain amount of struggling, Silence managed to start a fire with the bits of wood and moss Trill had brought her for that purpose. Mostly, they were too large to light well, but he had done it without prompting, and that was worth something. She praised him effusively - once she had a fire lit. Trill took this as his due and purred contentedly, staring into the darkness around their small clearing. She could not hear his purr - she couldn't hear anything - but she felt it through her hand, which rested on his back.
At least the night was warm.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 4:56 am
Eventually the dragon came back with a dead doe slung across his shoulders. The deer dwarfed him, despite his impressive height, and it seemed improbable that his slender human shoulders could carry such a weight, but it seemed that it was only his form which had changed, and not his abilities.
"Food," he announced, unceremoniously dumping the corpse on the ground beside Silence, who squeaked and flinched away, much to her chagrin.
She did not ask him what he expected her to do with it. That much was obvious. The more pertinent question was, how did he expect her to do it? She had a fire, but it was insufficient to roast an entire dear over, even had she some means by which to hold the thing aloft. That meant that she would have to butcher the creature before she could start -
Trill suffered none of her inhibitions about eating this deer, and tore into its soft underbelly with relish, bloodying his beak and talons and chest feathers. The sight did not disturb Silence, who had seen him attack the small game he had caught at the Eyrie similarly. Nevertheless, she swatted him back with a firm "No."
Trill pouted obviously and appealed to Goren, whom, he had learned, could understand him. Goren grinned his fanged grin and refused to budge from his position, leaning against a tree trunk, watching.
"I need to cut it up somehow," Silence said, "so that I can cook it."
"I thought as much." He pulled a traveller's sack from his back (Silence had no idea where it had come from, as it had not been there moments earlier), and dropped it on Silence's other side.
Silence just managed to stop Trill from poking his bloody beak into the sack, causing him to stalk away and sulk beside the dragon, his leonine tail lashing angrily. Meanwhile, Silence sorted through the sack's contents: two knives, fur-lined gloves and oil-skin cloak, and a wide gold ring. She looked up at the dragon in askance.
"I thought they might be needful," was his proffered explanation. "Do they fit?" His eyes lit up with childlike enthusiasm, making it clear he expected her to try the items he had procured for her, demonstrating how useful he had been.
"I would expect so. I'll try them later, when I need them. Where did you get them?"
His smile told her that she really didn't want to know, but she pressed him anyway.
"You didn't kill anyone for them, did you?"
His answering grin was not reassuring.
Silence closed her eyes briefly, and then picked up one of the knives and began clumsily to butcher the deer. She had never had to do so before, but she had seen it done on occasion, by people less intelligent than herself, and assumed that it couldn't be that difficult. Half an hour later, she was still struggling and Goren's shoulders shook with barely-contained laughter.
At last, he drew his own knife, shouldered her out of his way, and completed the task she had been mangling along with the deer's carcass in a matter of minutes. She assumed he performed the task with such ease because, as a dragon and a predator, he would know what parts of a deer were edible, but it was equally likely that, compared to her own ineptitude, anyone else would seem deft at it.
However, once he had finished, he returned to his post by the tree, leaving her to rig up a means by which to roast the huge amount of meat he had managed to separate from the deer's form. She gave several large slabs of the bloody flesh to Trill, whose voracious appetite had him consuming them fiercely. Finally, she had cooked more than enough meat to feed herself and Goren.
"Would you like some?"
"I have fed already, but I appreciate the gesture," he said. The way he said "fed" sent a chill down Silence's spine, reminding her once more that her traveling companion was not human, nor anything resembling a human being. "Leave the rest for the creatures of the forest to consume when we have moved on."
"Won't it attract them in the night?" Silence asked. Armed only with two knives, she felt ill-equipped to deal with hungry bears or wolves or whatever lived in this wood.
Goren's smirk was feral. "I sincerely doubt it."
With that, he resumed his true draconian form, and assumed the meatloaf shape Trill often held when he was relaxed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 5:43 am
Sere stopped dead in her tracks. She had to be hallucinating. The griffin chick had fallen asleep in her arms almost an hour ago, eventually tiring of cheeping intermittently and gnawing on her collar, and she'd been walking for some time. She was simply exhausted and her mind was playing tricks on her.
Certainly, there could not really be a dragon crouched in the trees, just off the path. The idea was ludicrous. But as she drew closer, she had an overwhelming feeling that she was a rabbit walking into a trap, or a lamb walking into a den of wolves, or a lone traveller walking toward a dragon.
She steeled herself, taking a deep, deep breath and exhaling slowly, and then continued forward, telling herself that it was only her imagination, and that there was not a dragon sitting beside the path, looking for all the world like one of her sisters' house cats. The dragon's tail was not twitching very slightly. The dragon's turquoise eyes were not open and trained on her, watching her every move with just enough interest to make it clear the thing was considering attacking. There wasn't even a dragon. Dragons died out hundreds of years ago, along with knights and chivalry.
Somehow, her mind's rationalizations failed to steady her heart, and her shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat woke the griffin chick in her arms. Predictably, the brat animal screeched a protest at waking, and then the dragon (it really was there all along) snaked its head around to look at her directly.
She never had time to consider fleeing more seriously than to note that she ought to before there was a sudden pain in her chest and she couldn't breathe anymore. She passed out from asphixiation, and then died of a coronary arrest, the griffin chick still shrieking.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 5:10 am
When Silence woke in the morning, she woke to the sight of her dragon companion dropping another satchel beside her head. Automatically, she flinched away from the falling bag, sitting up to do so. This time, she looked through it without urging from the dragon. Inside was an outfit far more suited to traveling than the one she had fled from the Eyrie wearing. It was a very dark grey, almost black, uniformly, and clearly made for a female figure very close to her own size and shape. There were several daggers hidden in the folds of the dark fabric.
"Goren? Where did this come from?" she asked uncertainly. "You didn't steal it from anyone, did you?"
The only way she could imagine someone leaving a sack full of clothing like this was if that someone was bathing and had taken it off to do so, or if the person slept nude, which was highly unlikely in this weather. Even beneath the fur-lined cloak, Silence had been cold.
"That is not the most interesting part," Goren said. "This is."
He pulled a squirming object from behind his back and Silence gasped. It was a very dark grey griffin chick with red eyes.
"High things," she breathed. "Where did you get that?"
"I found it with the clothing and the sack," he answered nonchalantly. "Do you like it?"
"Do I...? Goren, you can't just...People don't just steal things like that."
He cocked his head to one side in what might have been an expression of polite inquiry, but it seemed that he was saying that he knew better, that people did just steal things like that all the time. And, of course, he was correct. Silence felt an irrational urge to hit him.
Trill, meanwhile, stretched and yawned luxuriously, and then ambled over to inspect the black ball of fluff, which let out a little shriek when he drew near and tried to climb up Goren's arm. The dragon would not allow that, and held him still while Trill examined him, scenting him with his beak and once tasting a pointed ear with his avian tongue. Throughout, the young chick squealed as though under attack.
No longer able to bear it anymore, Silence went over and was about to take the chick out of Goren's arms to rescue it from her overly curious griffin when the chick tried to bite Goren. In a lightning-fast motion, he swatted it on the beak and thrust it into her arms. It cheeped in surprise at receiving such treatment and nuzzled into Silence's bosom, instinctively seeking comfort. Silence sat down and pared off part of the previous evening's deer and fed it to the chick in tiny slices.
Goren crouched nearby and watched through narrowed eyes, wearing an unreadable expression, until the chick fell asleep in Silence's lap, gorged. Then, Trill crept over and peered at it curiously, turning his head this way and that to get a better look at the sleeping creature. His curiosity was overruled by his hunger, though, and he soon was distracted by the doe's carcass and began tearing into it with gusto. This time, Silence did not stop him.
"Goren, can I keep it?" she asked, not realizing that she had automatically thought to ask his permission to do so, which would have irritated her profoundly, under ordinary circumstances.
"You like it? Certainly. I've no use for a baby griffin, except, perhaps, as an aperitif." Silence was about to be horrified when she saw his wicked grin emerge. "I think that I've earned myself a kiss."
"What are you talking about?"
"I told you before, my favorite part about being human is kissing, and I like kissing you."
Silence was amazed at his audacity and stared at him a little too long when she ought to have moved away quickly. One powerful arm snaked out and encircled her shoulders, and before she could struggle or protest he had stolen a kiss. He smirked when she glared at him.
"That was fun."
Silence meant to chastise him for his behavior, but it occurred to her that it was like chastising a canine for sniffing people's crotches. The dog just didn't understand that its actions weren't acceptable in human society. The thought which she couldn't quite get out of her mind, though, was that Goren knew exactly how offensive his actions could be, and performed them anyway because it amused him to do so.
Well, it wasn't as though he were bad at kissing, and if it weren't for Patience, she wouldn't have minded at all. But there was Patience, whom she loved a great deal. She couldn't allow Goren to continue to do this. Even though there was no feeling behind his kisses, she felt disloyal.
"That's not important. In case you've forgotten already, I have someone whom I love very much waiting for me at the Eyrie, who will eventually come to me."
"So? We both know I mean nothing, and it's an easy story, should we encounter people."
"I'm sorry? Are you not listening to me? No. You can't just kiss me whenever you want to. It's not fair, to me or to Patience."
Goren cocked his head. "Whatever gave you the impression that I had any interest in fairness, or that what was fair to your mage should factor into my decisions at all?"
Silence barely stifled a frustrated scream, remembering just in time that the griffin chick was still sleeping on her lap. She had forgotten that in light of Goren's very recent action.
"Trill, don't let him follow me," she said, easing the young griffin off her lap, collecting the clothing from the satchel, and stomping away to find a river to bathe in. She wouldn't relish the cold, but at least it would get her away from the infuriating dragon for a while.
The icy water cooled her temper quickly, causing her to yelp when she first submerged herself and never seeming any less cold or even causing merciful numbness in any part of her. She scrubbed herself briskly with a handful of moss, unbound her hair, and did her best to untangle it, once she was perched on the riverbank, still shivering, though she was clothed one more.
She didn't hear two griffins trilling with delight and Trill paddled in the water with the black chick on his back between his wings, and so was ignorant of their presence until Trill and his passenger floated a little ways downriver, passing right in front of her. If the griffins were here, that meant that...
She looked around and found Goren instantly. He was leaning against a tree, his arms folded across his chest, watching her intently. Skies. How long had he been there? Being deaf was a definite problem sometimes, since she couldn't sense the minds of any immortal beings, it seemed. Unable to take her ire out on the dragon, she snapped at Trill, ordering him ashore.
In the process of climbing ashore, Trill fanned his wings, soaking her once more with the frigid water and making the chick on his back squeal with delight. Silence, already wet, yelped again and dashed some water at her griffin, who was delighted that she was playing with him for the first time in almost a month. He shook his passenger off and pounced his human, as he had in his youth, knocking her back into the water.
Silence struggled to the surface, mock-glaring at the griffin who had gotten her wet all over again, and then held very still. When he came nearer to inspect her and reassure himself that she was unharmed by his playful assault, she spat a stream of water at him which struck him in one pointed, tufted ear. The chick on shore capered with joy. Even Goren's lips curved into a smile.
At last, everyone climbed out of the water and made their soggy way back to the camp. The fire had died. Silence cursed half-heartedly and began the process of finding firewood, with Trill and her new griffin offering enthusiastic, if not actually helpful assistance. In the end, she was unable to get the flame started though, because they were all too wet, and had wet the wood they had collected.
"Allow me," Goren said.
He shifted fluidly to his true form and breathed a very short blast at the makings of their fire, which ignited immediately, burning with a slow heat which would stay lit for a very long time, Silence suspected. Then he returned to his human form. He still wore the black snakeskin pants, belt, and vest as the first time they had met. She wondered how he managed to make clothes appear on his body as she, Trill, and the chick huddled close to the blaze, shivering in the cool breezes.
She jumped when something tugged at her hair, which was loose and pooled on the ground behind where she sat, so long was it. Upon turning and looking, she saw Goren kneeling behind her, running slender fingers through her long locks, combing them. At the same time, the warmth he seemed to generate dried her damp hair, creating steam.
"Thank you," she said softly, and turned to stare back into the fire.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:07 pm
"You are a very strange human, Silence. You are happier when I perform actions which most consider intimate than when I kiss you, which we both know means nothing to either of us and which you seem to enjoy."
Silence's eyes had closed most of the way as she relaxed. It was soothing to feel Goren's long, slender fingers working gently through her hair, sparing her the painful process of doing so at a later date. His unexpected change of subject startled her eyes into opening.
"Give it up, please. I already said that I won't treat Patience so badly."
"Might I remind you that he is in absentia, Silence."
"If I made it my boon that you stop kissing me...?"
"I would agree. I am not one to deny myself pleasure when it is so readily at hand."
Silence fell silent, unsure how to respond to that. His fingers had, over the course of several hours, worked from the ends of her hair to the nape of her neck, removing all the knots and tangles and snarls in between. The whole time, until just now, he had been engaged in telling her tales of the way world had once been, long before her time, or the time of anyone she knew. She had enjoyed that.
"Don't worry, little human. I will force you to nothing against your will," he said soothingly. "A thought: perhaps you ought to call me something else, besides Goren."
"Why?"
"Shall we say that the name has negative connotations in the lands we travel, and leave it at that?"
Silence shrugged and sighed as his fingers plied a snarl near her scalp, tugging very slightly. She knew it was nearly matted there, and was astonished that he could do anything about it at all. This occurred to her only subconsciously. Mostly, she was just too deeply relaxed by his hypnotic voice and gentle hands to think too hard on any subject.
"As you will. What shall I call you?"
He seemed to consider this question, and then answered in a way she had not expected at all: "I have no preference. Choose a name you're fond of. Or one which you aren't. Or make one up. Whatever is your inclination."
Silence suddenly felt drained. She had already had to name Chade, her new griffin that day, she decided. It was so troublesome that he was making her be creative once more. The only names which came to mind already had owners with whom she was acquainted. At last, she conceived of some names.
"Pick which you prefer from these. Muir, Jairus, Meshach." She already had a preference, but she wanted to see if he would choose the same.
"Meshach will suit. It is the one you expected me to choose, is it not?"
It had been. It was also the one she favored. Briefly she wondered if he had read her thoughts to determine his choice, but he had seemed genuinely pleased by the options she gave him, and he had given no evidence thus far to prove himself even a competent player.
"Then, Meshach." It suited him as well as Goren had, if not better. "Do you discard names like clothing?"
"All but the name I gave you by which to call on me."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 8:56 am
..::note::..
As per BP's request, these characters' abilities have altered. Silence, in case it was not clear, is deaf, and Meshach was once a dragon, but now he is trapped in a fully human form. Please be nice and pretend that the dialogue contained in this is conducted with Silence reading Meshach's lips, which is a skill she is trying to develop. I will make up further excuses for discrepencies if it become necessary.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:51 am
Along the path, some minute distance away, another walks griffon-side towards where his poor excuse of a map said a town should be up ahead.
"If it's wrong again.. I'm just going to have to buy a new map, or ask someone for directions but I haven't seen anybody since that farm back there." Shaking his head again, for about the fifth time in seven minutes, he pockets the map. "If its right about there being a stream up ahead we can refresh our water supply at least, right Meji?
Of course, he got no response from the griffon walking just behind him. He never did, more than a click of the beak or an odd look when the creature tilted its head at him when he tried talking to it. ".. nevermind then.." He looks ahead again to duck under some low branhes.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 11:22 am
 Trill's head jerked up as he was certain he sensed something coming. Because he felt it his duty to defend his human, he had worked very hard on honing his auditory senses, as hers were completely deficient. Thus, it was he who first heard the approach of others. He also scented after some time another griffin. Casting a blue-eyed glance around the campsite he tried to decide what to do about this development. Ideally, he would be able to tell somebody and have them deal with it, but the only humans about to tell were Silence and Meshach, and the only other griffin was younger than him and fast asleep.
He decided that the humans would be the most helpful and walked purposefully into Silence's line of sight. Using the signals he had learned working with Courage and Patience, he re-directed Silence's attention from Meshach to himself. Naturally, Meshach's gaze followed hers. The former-dragon was capable of hearing the softly cheeped alarm Trill had raised, and recognized it much faster than Silence recalled the signals she had practiced.
Meshach tapped Silence on the shoulder and waited for her to turn once more to look at him.
"Someone's coming," he said slowly, enunciating carefully.
Silence strained to read his lips, to recognize the consonants and vowels and put them together into words. It took several repetitions before she totally understood what Meshach had said.
"It might have been faster to write it out for me," she muttered, beginning to climb to her feet in search of a weapon, just in case.
Meshach kept his hand tangled in her hair and used the leverage to pull her back to her seated position. She twisted awkwardly to glare at him and to demand an explanation.
"Wait. It may be nothing," Meshach advised nonchalantly.
Silence fumed at his superior manner but acquiesed, having little other choice. Meshach continued to untangle her hair, evincing no concern of any sort. Silence hated him for being so calm. She felt like Trill looked - completely on edge and stalking around the camp in tense circles, scratching at the ground occasionally.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 12:37 pm
"Did we turn left at the fork back there...or was it a right? Aw...now I'm talking to myself... Meji why don't you ever have anything to say...wait, I forgot you don't speak human.." The teen sighs, before stopping in his tracks when he realizes the griffon had his head cocked in a funny angle.
"Meji..?" His question does not get to be finished before the griffon walks ahead of him at a faster pace, clicking its beak intently. "Don't leave me behind.. hey come on slow down!"
Meji had caught the scent of another griffon not too far away, no.. make that two griffons now.. and some humans. Ignoring the pleas from Kita, he walks even faster. When the scent is almost right on top of them he does slow down, stepping around a bush to spot a young griffon pacing, two humans, and a ball of dark feathers that would make the other griffon he'd scented.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:50 am
At the approach of the other griffin he had scented, Trill whirled, fluffing his fur and feathers to add to his already impressive bulk. He hissed and clacked his beak threateningly. Then he saw the griffin he was trying to intimidate.
A sensible creature, or even on with an ounce of an instinct for self-preservation, might have backed down when confronted with a green and brown adult griffin, particularly if said griffin was larger than the foolish creature attempting to intimidate it, but Trill was brave to the point of idiocy much of the time, as many adolescents are, and particularly so in defense of his Silence-human. He stood his ground, hackles raised.
Chade opened one crimson eye sleepily and was quite alarmed by his new brother's behavior. He had adopted Trill immediately as his brother and 'printed on Silence, just as Trill had. However, he was not ready to do battle with a green and brown behemoth in her defense. Instead, the chick crawled on his belly to Silence and squirmed into her lap, hoping that she would protect him. His entire body - roughly the size of a house cat - shook like a leaf.
Silence took the frightened chick into her lap and did her best to soothe him, though she, herself, was unnerved by the strange griffin's arrival, and wanted very much to pull Trill away from his chosen opponent. However, the sharp talons and claws digging into her thighs made rising quite impossible, and though she couldn't hear Chade's distressed mewing, she could see his beak opening and closing in pathetic terror.
"That is enough," she said, wincing as she pulled Chade's sharp points from her legs and standing up. "Trill, Stand Down," she commanded.
Chade squirmed in her arms much like she imagined an eel would in a similar position and she was forced to adopt a hold on him which was more like that of a parent holding an unruly child than a griffin owner carrying a young griffin. Despite the disobedience from the grey griffin, she was relieved to see Trill back off, though he was still fluffed huge.
Meshach had moved surreptitiously away from Silence, who was far better equipped to deal with errant griffins than he, though he would certainly come to her aid if it became necessary. He prowled through the trees nearby, seeking the griffin's companion, if it had one. His turquoise eyes lit on an adolescent boy and his hand shot out to grab the boy's wrist.
"Are you lost?" he asked. Somehow it didn't sound like concern coloring his tone.
Eep. Sorry this post is so long, but when you've got four people you have to have react to a given thing...Meh. I'm still not sure if I like having it change color for different points of view, or if I'll just stick to what I've been doing, and treating it like a narrative.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 8:47 am
Meji just clicks his beak at the small show from the younger male, none to impressed by it. He tilts his head a bit to the side to study the smaller griffon, then over at the chick and human before giving another click of the beak and rufflinf his own feathers a bit. He looks back at the spotted male with a slight chirp of greeting before he seems to realize the human hadn't followed him fast enough, and looks back towards the trees for just a moment.
Kita jumps a good couple of inches into the air when something latches onto his wrist.Facing the person quickly, he pulls at his arm to get his hand back from their grip warily. "No, I'm not lost. My griffon just ran ahead of me and I have to catch up to him. Um.. excuse me, could you...let go of my wrist, please?"
His own instincts tell him he should probably be running from the tone of that man's voice, but since he was without Meji, for the moment, he merely stands there expecting the grip to be released so that he could go on his way without any trouble caused.
-Nah, 'tis fine. I've done posts from more than two perspectives before, myself.-
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 6:17 am
Trill obeyed Silence's command at once, but reluctantly. He was not particularly daunted by the other griffin's superior size. He was, after all, not a small griffin himself, for one of his age. However, Silence told him to Stand Down, and he would always obey her.
When the larger griffin chirped a greeting lacking in animosity or apparent threats, his fur and feathers lay flatter and he folded his wings back. Previously they had been spread to give him the appearance of greater size. He chirped a return greeting.
Silence's squirming burden stilled as he recognized a friendly greeting, for which Silence was grateful. She suspected some of the chick's accidental scorings would scar if she didn't do something about them in relatively short order.
It was obvious that the griffin was not wild. Not with those markings, and so she waited for his owner to put in an appearance. In truth, she had little other choice, she discovered, as Meshach had vanished. She hated when he did that.
Meshach released the youth's wrist and eyed him suspiciously. For a moment, it probably looked as though he were considering whether to pounce on the young man and eat him. He had not quite managed, in his time as a human being, to lose his predatory nature and semblance.
"Come with me, then. I'm pretty sure I know where your griffin is."
He didn't wait to see if the boy followed him, or if he drew some sort of weapon, or anything. He retained also an immortal's arrogant belief that he was invulnerable, though as a human this was no longer the case.
He arrived at the camp shortly, not at all surprised to see that Silence had the situation well under control. That meant he needn't feel guilty about leaving her with a strange griffin who might have taken it into his avian brain that she was an enemy or prey.
Thanks. I'm still working on it.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 6:33 am
Meji tilts his head to the side again to study the spotted male a little better, clicking his beak in an almost curious manner. At the return of that second human he scented, he cocks his head in the other direction to watch him.
Having enough of just watching things that weren't apparently going to do anything, he steps closer to the human female and chick, again clicking his beak.
Kita still holds a wary gaze on the man, but follows after him. Well a lead was a lead, and he couldn't hear Meji causing any trouble or running anymore so..
When he spies the green griffon again, he walks up quickly. "Meji.. Oh, I'm sorry, he wasn't causing any trouble was he?" He takes a turn to look at the group curiously himself, admiring the markings on Trill for a moment. "He's very pretty, is he yours, or.. yours?" He looks between Silence and mesach questioningly.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 7:31 am
Silence was startled to see Meshach emerge from the opposite side of the clearing with a teenage boy in tow. It did confirm her suspicion that the griffin was tame, though. She was grateful that the boy had come to take his griffin in had before Chade climbed up her head at the griffin's approach.
She recognized that the new young man was speaking, but he didn't face her, and she had no idea what he was saying. She certainly couldn't hear him. When, at the last, he turned to look between her and Meshach she was almost able to read what he had said, "ore yores." Or some such thing. She looked to Meshach for assistance.
Meshach caught her gaze and answered Kita's question, facing Silence to do so, that she would at least know what he answered, if not the question. She could infer that.
"Both griffins are hers." He spoke slowly, pronouncing his words carefully. "The large spotted one is Trill, and the trembling ball of fluff is Chade."
Finally comprehending, Silence nodded, both to agree with Meshach and to let him know that she understood. Before the boy could get too confused by their odd behavior, Silence spoke up, working hard to keep her voice at a normal tone. It was difficult to gauge how loudly she was speaking when she couldn't hear herself, and had only the feeling of her fingertips on her throat to help her to do so.
"My name is Silence, and his is Meshach. I'm recently deaf."
Chade squirmed again and she shifted her hold so that she held him like a house cat. He wrapped his tufted tail around her wrist and stared wide-eyed at the goings-on.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 11:14 am
Kita goes quiet for a minute, nodding slightly. "Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that.. My name is Kita though, and that's Meji.. Meji, leave the chick alone you're scaring it."
Meji however, barely heeds the human's words, edging closer with a greeting aimed at the trembling chick. He didn't quite get what the little one was acting so afraid of. He'd already announced he was friendly, and there wasn't an angry mob or anything behind him. He cranes his head to look at the chick more directly, wearing what could be called a puzzled expression as he chirps again.
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