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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 9:04 pm
 Aroon's eye's wandered around his surrounding atmosphere. Yellow pools of a shadow of love which was once there now gone replaced only with a dark mysterious hatred. He laid in the canopy of Bestia. Echoes of memories once past rang in his heart sending pain through his body. It took a great deal of practice to shut out his emotions. The pain still always remained, clinging to him like his very own shadow beneath him. Though many would never find out about Aroons painful past or know he suffered so. His eyes watched, hoping, praying his human would return to this nightmare world. Negative attention was better then being forgotten.
The blue sky over head opened up over him. His yellow eyes merely looked up at this odd happening. He cocked his head to the side in confusion, however, before he could do any much else he was sucked up by the hole. Shadow's clinged to him, tearing at his feathers and fur. Aroon cried out in pain and confusion. What the hell was happening? He did not know. Before he knew it he found the shadow's had left him and he was fine. Now a dark area, completely pitch black, was at his wake. Where had this hole taken him? He did not know nor did he really want to know.
Blinking he got to his feet, wings out stretched. Guess he was going to have to find his way back to Bestia.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:54 pm
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The sweet, salty air blew along the coast of the murky waters of Nightscape. Sun was not quite set as a small figure bobbed up and down, ever closer to shore. The figure inside of the small vessel seemed to be studying a compass, using a free hand to fiddle with the hairs on his chin. The figure stopped and looked out ahead, snapping the compass shut before shoving it into it's own pouch. The figure seemed.. discouraged as it kicked away a glass item.
It was... a dingy. Not a very sturdy vessel to be roaming the open waters in. Empty rum bottles clanked together as the ship slowly bobbed in the water. The figure started to paddle closer to shore with what seemed to be a broken paddle. Slowly, but surely, the vessel hit land with a rather disappointing thud.
The figure stumbled out of the dingy, sinking it's boots into the sandy shore. As it surveyed it's surroundings only one thing could be determined:
This figure was a bit odd ...
A hat was nestled protectively onto it's head. Hair.. a mess, yet braided neatly with assorted decorations. Clothes damp, wrinkled, and heavy. Boots.. worn out. The figure was a male and for some reason he seemed to be sobering up....
He took out his compass again, staring at it hard for a while. When it seemed as if he was satisfied, he made his way north into the dense area that lay before him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 8:26 pm
Slowly but surely the shadow turned to mist slowly disappearing like a ghost of a memory as if it had never been there at all. Replacing the darkness was now light. Bright and blinding, Aroon found he had to shield his eyes with a wing. It's unforgiving glow made it hard for his eyes to adjust from such a drastic change. Where the hell was he?
His feet massaged the ground underneath him, feeling sand? Its texture was rough yet soft at the same time. The grains formed around his talons and back paws excepting there form as they did so. Where ever the hell he was it was not Bestia. It was a strange place for sure. An island beach, strange he would be dragged out of his home to some place so strange, so hot.
He continued on ward up the beach. Front talons digging into the rough sand below leaving a trail of his chosen path. The swells of the ocean happily engulfed the foot prints claiming them as its own as if they had never really been there. The gentle waves licked at Aroon's talons as he continued up ward toward an unknown destination. The sun beat down on him making him pant some but it did not bother him much.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 9:28 pm
Stumbling unto his unknown path, the figure took idle note of the scenery. For instance, the palm leaves getting trapped in his hair as he passed under them. As if startled he stopped, turning to the tree as if it could stare back at him. Sticking it's tongue out to the tree, the man shivered and stumbled further on. As he did so he quirked an eyebrow at the strange footprints the sea had not yet claimed from the sandy shore.
Stopping once again he awkwardly pulled out his compass, staring at it once more. He knew where he should be heading .. it was opposite of where the compass needle was pointing. With a disgusted emotion plastered on his face the compass was shoved back into hiding as the owner of it stared down at the prints, following them.
"There had better be a very good reason my desire is not to be at the port, getting drunk with a woman close to my side" he stuttered, following through.
As the sun heated down everything it's rays could touch, the man continued to try and ignore both it and it's negative effects. Effects like dehydration and paranoia. When was the man not hysterical? He raised his hand up, shielding the sun from his eyesight as he tried to figure out just what the hell was up ahead. Upon noticing wings he shook a bit, wondering just why he used a compass that never really did get him out of trouble. "Bloody hell .... "
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 12:30 pm
An unfamiliar scent passed by Aroon's nostrils. The scent was thick and musky like rum and salty like the sea, and it was coming ever closer to the gryphon from the rear. A bold thing to do to such an elusive thing to do to such a huge animal.
Aroon was half lion half eagle, the king of the jungle and the king of the sky rearranged into one unholy beast with a lust for revenge. His nature could be pleasant and civil or he could be a terror from hell. Though today he was more confused then anything. Had he made it to the physical world? Was it an intoxicated Erin he was sensing? He doubted it, he probably had just fallen down father the spiral of this hell hole nightmare world. How he hated the torment of being restrained, bounded to this hellish world and its sister worlds. Though he knew it was not wise to dwell on such things. It just tended to make the gryphon even more irritable.
He turned back, golden eyes fixated now on a shadow of a figure. Long hair that seemed to be dreaded with charms weaved into the mess. This figure was male, was he human? He could not tell, often demons took the appearance of mortals even though they had a more sinister side once you got to know the being. He watched as the figure neared, coming more and more into focus, transforming slowly from a shadowy ghost to a figure of a man. Oddly dressed at that. Aroon tilted his head, he never saw any one wear such attire unless it was hallows eve.
Ah such found memories of Erin on hallows eve. The two of them had been the best trick or treaters in the neighbor hood. That was until he was ditched. Aroon's complexion dropped some into a scowl thinking about such hated memories.
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