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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:24 pm
Uugh! So frustrating. The violet-eyed griffin laid his head on the soft grass in the innermost courtyard of the palace, staring at this..thing. This thing that so eluded his ability to crack things open. This thing that was so silvery, that would dent when he pecked it...but would not break. Why won't it break?! Lifting a paw, he batted at it, the golden circle around his leg catching enough light to distract him for a moment. Ooooh...pretty...
Focus!
His tiger-striped haunches lifted into the air. A new idea had filled him - perhaps this was like a bird, or a squirrel. Perhaps he had to pounce on it. He lowered his front half as low as he could, keeping his eye on that...thing, as if it was going to run away from him. He scooted closer, closer..AND POUNCED!! His claws dug into the spherical object, and he rolled with it, poking it with his beak as much as he could. He imagined it to be a coconut, filled with delicious juice - if only he could crack it open! Clicking his tongue, he pecked and pecked and pecked...when he finally stopped rolling, he noticed that his attack had done no damage.
Squawking indignantly, he reared up, his wings catching the attention of the sun as he unfurrled them and attempted to beat that object into submission. Snorting, he lowered himself and rolled over onto his back, trilling and letting his white belly be warmed by the sun...well, warmed as much as it could be..given the fact that it was white. Fine, so he couldn't open the treasure. He didn't want it anyway. Stupid...
Zarin, the youngest of the royal Adhiraj griffins. He was the lightest hued of them all - except for his sister, who was as white as his belly - with a light golden body, dark, almost reddish stripes much resembling those of a tiger, with pretty bits of aquatic colors adorning the feathers of his neck and the tips of his wings, like pretty litle gemstones. He wasn't that large, but...he wasn't that small, either. He was the perfect size for a griffin who would love nothing more in life than to...well, to figure out why he couldn't open that..thing!
Rolling back over onto his feet, the griffin trilled and acted like he was ignoring his prize. That irritating, silvery ball...what was it, indeed. Hmph, he didn't care. Lifting himself, Zarin trotted away - pehaps he could find his brothers or sister nearby, or maybe even mother...
...or, if he was so lucky, father! He liked father. If only father was around more.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:32 pm
The pristine form of a white griffin, slashed with light brown stripes and dotted with blue 'gemstones' upon certain feathers, was striding down the marble corridors. Her gait was fluid and precise, muscle rippling beneath her pelt and not an ounce of blubbery fat on her frame. She was perfect, the shining example of a griffin... a griffin that all of them ought to be... and she knew it too. The sound of clicking claws echoed through the hallway as she walked. Head held high and proud, for she was the princess of this domain. The soft jingling of metal also announcing that it was her particular presense that graced those in the immediate vacinity. Those cuffs around her front legs being the source of the sound.
Unfortunately, there were none about to view her splendor... that is until she caught the sound of trotting steps heading in her direction. Ears perked and she turned, hoping to see someone worthwhile of her attentions. Only to find out it was her unrulely little brother, and she frowned lightly. Even her frown was perfect. However, it lightened to a smile... you should feel honored... for she knew that it was only proper of her to address her kin civily. At first in the very least.
Shuffling her wings quietly, Neera turned about to face her incoming brother. A smooth and polite dip of her head given to him in greeting. "May the day find you favorably, my dear brother, Zarin." Her voice sickeningly sweet and fluent.. her words carefully planned before she uttered them in the griffin tongue.
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Someone shoot this poor creature.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 10:01 pm
(( I hope you guys weren't waiting on me to post O.o;;; I think I might sit out a few rounds. ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 1:55 am
Abha ruffled her feathers as she herself drifted into the hallway, attracted by the sounds of movemet. White like her daughter, she was an somehow softer creature, tone, but in a way that suggested a sculpters eye for something powerful but gentle. A look enhanced by her pale blue eyes, the color of an perfect sky.
"Zarin...." She noted softly, tilting her head slightly at his behavior. On one level it touched her heart to have one youngling that still acted like a chick, on another, she could see where his siblings and her husband would find concern in this. Though still...what reason did he have to be like them? The little human doted on him so. So where was the harm?
She looked up from her son to her daughter with another slight tilt of the head, her expression one of fond scolding. After raising them, it made it a bit easier to guess when her children had their feathers ruffled by each other.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 8:20 pm
Zarin trilled happily, able to detect the slight scorn behind his sister's kindness..but really not caring all that much. Why should he? He was the most fun of all of them! He had more fun than his brothers and sisters, and even his mother and father!
Besides, he was obviously the most beautiful out of all of them, with his golden pelt and little dots of aqua. And his eyes! He had pretty eyes. His mother, though, was prettier - she was always prettier. He loved his mother.
Ah! But now, he had two others to talk with! He unfurled his wings and nipped at Neera's feathers gently, a soft coo of affection rumbling from his throat. "Hello, Neera! How are you this fine day?"
He trotted over to mother next, trilling and pushing his face into the fur of her wings. "Good afternoon, mother! Are you well? I found this...thing, that you may need to help me crack open later. I don't know what it is!" he exclaimed, that child-like innocence simply permeating every fiber of his being. Yes, he was nearly grown, and yes, he should probably be more 'graceful', 'elegant'..he could be, when he tried. But at his core, he was the lively, vivacious son that everyone loved!
Or...well...the prince loved him. And his family loved him. That was enough.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 8:36 am
Abha shifted her wing to partialy cover Zarin, the gesture rather motherly, like she'd cover a much younger gryphon. "Ah really did you? How interesting." She noted, assuringly, glancing toward the thing he'd been biting at so intently. What was he after, afterall? Not his cuff that she could tell. A ball? A bell? "I'm quite well, I hope the both of you are as well. What have you been doing Neera?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:44 pm
Neera's expression contorted into a slightly disgusted look as Zarina nipped at her chest feathers. The white and blue female taking a step or two backward and lifting her clawed appendage to comb the disturbed feathers back into place with her claws. Huff. Didn't he know how much pride she took in making sure every feather was laid perfectly in order? Her appearance was of great deal of importance to her, especially if she was ever to find a suitable mate. "I am... fine" she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, hinting at her displeasure without diminishing her elegance.
Lowering her leg once more, she turned her head to watch the interaction between Zarin and her mother. A smile gracing her beak once more as she was acknowledged by the parent whom Neera herself took after the most. "I have been walking the grounds. The flowers are in bloom."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:16 pm
OOC: weeee, sorry it took so long for me to head in here sweatdrop life has been hectic
BIC: An odd face wandered the palace hallways, well, odd to anyone that saw it. With beautiful blue feathers and white underbelly, Fain easily was a very handsome griffin. But that wasn't the problem. He was a attractive male but...just the way he carried himself seemed odd. Jagged movements, a random jerk of his head to the side, and his eyes were constantly shifting as he looked around. However, he kept his head high, wings gently folded back against his body as a very strange regal air settled comfortably around his shoulders. Why am I here again? Ah yes! Cousins...cousins cousins...where are my cousins? His mischevious eyes lit up then as he heard voices. Was it them? Was it them? The male quickened his step
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:58 pm
((SORRY I'M LATE TO THE PARTY, GUYS. :B))
Quite frankly, Amir preferred fighting. On the battlefield, there was a constant motion, a constant mindset, and a constant meaning. There was none of this. No aimless walking around the palace grounds, no lazing about in the sun all day, and no playing. Though he knew he should be grateful of the time away from battle, Amir couldn't get over the itch that he should be doing something useful.
Adjusting his massive wings, Amir paused, his eyes fixed on a distant point. Or rather, on a distance someone. It was...Zarin? Pushing aside the instant annoyance that he felt as he saw his son acting so foolish, Amir reminded himself the Zarin was still young and could easily live up to the Adhiraj name. Hopefully.
He stood watching Zarin for a moment. At least he was determined. Soon, his daughter and wife joined his son. It seemed as if a family reunion was in place, and with this thought in mind, Amir began walking toward his family. These were usually far and in between, as Amir was often gone for long periods of time on war campaigns. But the last border dispute had been rectified quickly, allowing him time home.
Amir approached his family in stoic silence, stopping beside Abha. Tossing glances to each of his children in turn, the large male stayed silent. Hmm.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:48 pm
Abha's attention turned almost instantly as her made drifted into the scene, folding his powerful wings. These were some of the things she admired about him deeply, though she was much his opposite, thoughtful and philisophical to his fierceness, but this, she was certain, was why they made such fine chicks between them. Steel was made in fire and water both, and her children, all of them, she was sure, were made of fine 'metal'.
"Amir..." She spoke up fondly as he approached.
"They are in bloom, I've seen some lovely ones, Neera. Though some of us are less than content to observe the more intricate qualities of the garden, aren't we, my dear Amir..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 6:27 pm
Pardon me, while I burst... "It is interesting! It's odd too, though..hmmm...."
He moved away from his mother, tossing his head a little...before he heard someone approaching. Blue feathers?....Fain!
"Fain! Hello, cousin!"
Wait, another presence.
"Hello, father! I hope you are doing well," chimed Zarin, sitting upon his haunches as his tail flicked back and forth. Everyone was here! Well, not everyone. Quite a few of his family members were here. He would have to be good now, since father was here...but he might have someone to play with, since his cousin was here as well. His cousin was weird, but fun. And smart! He could help Zarin figure out what his ball thing was! And rise above the flame.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 6:28 pm
His head jerked to the side, sharp though natural to the rest of his movements. He seemed to beam at the voice. "Cousin!" The male tossed his head and made a beeline right towards the tiger-stripped youngin, nevermind the rest! This was Zarin! "Has the place gone through remodling or something? I couldn't find anyone! Everyones too quiet." No doubt about it, Zarin was the closest thing to him personality wise. The two oddballs of the family, and he was proud of it
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