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Post by Byron on May 8, 2009 21:11:54 GMT -5
Byron yawned, his feathered head still gently placed on his paws. His tail flicked over lazily, from the thin layer of snow under the tree, to over top of his back shin. There was another yawn, and with a shuffling of hindquarters, he got into a sitting position paws neatly tucked under his belly. The tail flicked back into the snow bank, wings folding neatly at their proper places at the griffin’s sides. Arching upwards, his back legs stretched into a standing position while the front talons dug into the damp earth in a massive cat stretch.
With a small sigh, Byron flopped back onto his stomach, satisfied that his limps were fully awake. Pulling his front legs underneath him, they stretched out until the griffin was standing tall.
The air was fresh. So fresh, so clean. Perfect. The sun was hidden from view, covered by snowy, gray and white clouds. The coming snow felt almost heavy in the air, it was definitely going to snow soon. The temperature was beginning to drop slightly, then hover around the same temperature for a little while, before warming with the afternoon and dropping to below freezing for nights. With a small twitch of his ears, Byron looked up at the puffed pink clouds. The feathers bristled and lifted slightly with a snort, his breath coming out in a large puff.
"With luck it wont snow,"[/b] Shaking briskly, the griffin shook the last of sleep and remaining snowflakes that were so delicately placed on the tips of his wings as they were stretched out to sleep away. "It means that my wings aren't stiff and cramped with chilled frost, but I highly doubt that the clouds can hold that much snow for that long..."
If Byron wanted a quick breakfast, then he had better leave soon before everything tasty was awake, had eaten, and hiding in their holes already. It was still chilly, winter still here. Everything would be hiding. This is the time of year Byron liked least of all due to the fact that there was less to eat. It was pretty with the white snow and ice, bad for camouflage and good hunting.
Trotting with small thumps up his paws on the ground, Byron looked around. It was so clear, the crisp winter air sharp against his lungs.
Tall, looming leafless trees towered to his left, while the trickling water flowed with it’s chilly current to his right.
The golden eyes looked around for any flicker of movement, and finding none, the creature sat down by the river. Tail curled neatly over his paws, his wings flicked off a little snow before stretching out so that Byron could neatly arrange and clean the feathers.
He paused from his preening to glance around the forest. Something seemed distance, things suddenly a little quiet, even though it was winter. Eyes swept around the small clearing. ‘Anyone there?’ The creature thought dryly, before continuing his morning routine of cleaning, drinking, eating, flying, then who knows what...
{Word count: 504}
{Notes: Do I need to put a word count everytime? I noticed others did so, so I will...??}
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on May 27, 2009 7:05:45 GMT -5
The rich, dark coat of a stallion was flecked with white, brown eyes trained on the forest ahead of him, ears flicking about, alerting him to everything else he couldn't see. His rider shifted in the saddle, head tilted back so he could see up at the treetops and the sky above it all. A small smile lifted the corners up of his mouth, light colored eyes lighting up as he urged Ore into a canter, snow fluttering around them.
How the elf loved winter. Of course he loved each season, but this one had something special. He didn't know whether it was the magnificence of the soft puffs of snow falling lazily from the sky or if it was the silence. It almost felt like the land was abandoned until you came upon some creature that felt the hunger that winter brought, killing or forcing food into hiding, and sought some sort of nourishment. As the elf spotted a deer taking bark from a tree, his smile grew, the stallion beneath him slowing.
"Ore? Men cenich?" (What do you see? I think) The stallion snorted, bobbing his head, the elf's lifting and spotting a large creature. Arbellason was no fool.. He had been forced as an elfling to study all the creatures of the world. Even though he had skipped such lessons many times, he knew of this creature. Arbellason's smile faded, eyes moving along the form of the griffin, studying it out of curiosity. He might never have the chance to see another of its kind again.
{Word Count: 257}
{Notes: Sorry it's so short. x.x Advertising at the same time.}
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Post by Byron on Jun 1, 2009 20:12:04 GMT -5
Byron, his feathers cleaned to his satisfaction, now flicked his wing lazily back to his side. His lion hindquarters shifted to sit underneath him, front talons gliding under his upper body, and the griffin just sat there, crouched like a giant cat about to pounce. The river was crystal clear beneath him, showing and bouncing back his reflection. 'What a handsome face...' He thought, a deep purr rounding slightly in his throat.
He yawned, stretching up into another cat stretch once again before sitting back down more comfortably. He shifted so he was laying down in the soft snow, wings neatly tucked in at his side.
He felt a gaze, making his neck feathers curl and bristle slightly up at the front around his throat. He made quick to smooth them back flat with his beak, and with a small chirp, caught the glance of a figure, on horse back a little ways away from the corner of his eye.
Curiosity flared. Byron hadn't met another soul in ages, dealing mostly with himself and what ever he had caught for breckfast at times. His 'ears' twitched slightly, and he brought his whole head around to face the stranger.
He chirped slightly, almost like an eagle chick in slight distress and surprise. A huff, almost like a snort, followed by a small white cloud of hot breath in the air, as Byron shifted his paws back under him again, crouching.
Now he moved, shifting his position slightly, turning gracefully to face the stranger head on. He settled back down, tail flicking over his hind paws. The front talons rested in front of him, head raised tall and proudly. It was quiet, then he tilted his feathered head to one side, looking at the figure from a different angle.
It was almost as if he were saying 'So you've got my attention? Now what?'
{Word count: 311}
{Notes: Dun dun dun. XD <3 }
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 3, 2009 16:33:24 GMT -5
A smile stretched along the length of the elf's lips, hands letting the grip on the reins loosen as Ore calmed beneath him, the stallion's ears pricked forward in the great creature's direction. A snort of irritation issued from the equine's nostrils, body moving to the right as he side-stepped, ignoring the gentle tugging from his master.
Keen eyes moved up and down the griffin's body, his smile faded somewhat, but the corners of his mouth still held an upward curve. "Well Ore.. it seems we are not alone," he murmured to the dark hued horse. The elf shifted in the saddle, the horse huffing beneath him until he dismounted, hood pulled back instead of over his head as was his usual traveling habit.
Arbellason knew better than to full on approach a wild creature, but he felt as though this one would not harm him unless provoked, and an elf did not usually upset the balance of nature. Moving a few steps forward, his face calm, serene, arms at his side and hands empty. It would be interesting to see how the griffin would react to his prescence.. Hopefully the beast wouldn't spook or attack. A small smile flickered along the wealth of soft, pink skin before pressing into a thin line of concentration, eyes watching every movement of the handsome creature.
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{Notes: None o.o} |
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Post by Byron on Jun 4, 2009 18:12:36 GMT -5
Byron's tail tip twitched with amusement, his head coming to stand back upright again. This was all too interesting. Most of the time things ended badly when he came into contact with upwalkers now a days. The elves were kind souls, never harming a creature such as himself; but creatures have to eat, Byron knew that. Anything that was too weak to hunt most likely didn't survive. Byron was fine with that. It only made sence, plus it was fair. After all, he ate rabbits and field mice at times. And pastries. MMMMmmm pastries.
Those warm tastey thoughts were pushed away, as Byron now focused on the elf... and his approach. A few more steps closer that the elf took, and Byron huffed on the defensive side. His feathers bristled slightly, wings fluffing out slightly in case he needed a quick escape. It was peaceful, no real threat. After all, nothing is to great of a threat to Byron! His chest puffed and swelled slightly with pride, making him seem bigger and stronger.
Byron then soon relaxed, noticing the elf's hands were in fact empty and there was no current threat. Great wings folded back down at his side, back to a normal position and slacked slightly, at ease. His golden eagle eyes never strayed from the elf's face.
Filling his lungs with crisp air, he exhauled with a soft, yet loud. "BAWK!" The feathers huffed and lifted in some places before settling back down. The snow felt cool beneath his fur and soft feathers, almost soothing. It would also mean he's have to find a dry spot or shift positions sooner or later.
Let's try speaking. If this person was willing to listen, an open ear and the mind capable, plus wanting to listen; he should be able to hear. Now Byron only needed something smart to say.
"Well? What are you waiting for? The grass to grow?!"
Byron figure it wasn't a polite 'first thing to say', but then again, he had no clue if this person could even hear him in the first place! If so, then he'd make an excuse of coarce, but it not they'll be bawks and squaks.
{Word count: 359 }
{Notes: Make your elf listen / hear if you want him too *shrug* Up to you. }
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 5, 2009 20:36:32 GMT -5
"BAWK!" If he had been human, his eyes would have widened and he most likely would have turned and run. Thankfully, he was no such mortal, a coy smile pulling the corners of his lips up, snow lightly dusting the sandy hair of the elf.
"Well? What are you waiting for? The grass to grow?!" Now, the elf's eyes did widen, but quickly composing himself, puzzlement took over his facial features. "Ah.." He hadn't expected to ever see such a creature in his lifetime, but to actually spot one and hear it speak! It was nearly beyond him. Again, he smiled, hearing the stallion shifting uncomfortably behind him. "No. I just.. Well," he couldn't find words that would suit this.. 'conversation'. "It's nice to meet you?" Confusion was still mixed in with the shock and excitement already detectable in his tone.
The dark colored equine snorted loudly, stepping backwards, oblivious to the fact that his master was not holding onto the reins and that he could easily escape. Although he was a war-horse, battle hardened and fierce, this strange, new creature made him uneasy. Arbellason sensed the stallion's anxiety, lips pursed, brows furrowed as he merely stared at the griffin, choosing to ignore his mount's uneasiness.
{Word Count: 204}
{Notes: *hides* Don't hit meh! D=} |
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Post by Byron on Jun 5, 2009 20:51:02 GMT -5
Byron's head snapped back in surprise. Feathers ruffled, a small, startled squeaking sound vibrating in his throat. "What a surprise!" The great creature shifted his position, tucking his feet underneath him, and curling his tail around his paws, chest laying against the snow. "I can't remember the last time I was able to speak to anyone!" A great cat like purr replaced the squeak from before; soft and un mistakable. Then he fell silent, curious. His head tilted to hte left slightly. "Sorry about that. It shouldn't have been such a harsh thing to say, but I can tell you that I wasn't prepaired to have an actual conversation for once."His wings ruffled out, snapping out in a stretch and making the snow spray gently as he pushed it away. He left them there, laying in the white snow, only bringing them back halfway to rest open so the air could get to them, liek two little feathered tents. His eagle eyes glittered brightly. "It's nice to meet you too." He replied, hopefully trying to ease the elf's confusion. The horse brought his attention for a brief moment. His large, unexpected appearance has the thing uneasy. He looked back at the elf, hopeing the horse would calm eventually. But it was no surprise to the griffin. I mean, if Byron was a horse, surely he'd be frightened of a beutiful creature like this! "I am Byron. A beutiful name, don't you think?" He said with a small, quiet purr, head raised and lifted proudly, unable to hide his large ego. {word count: 257 } {Notes: Bawk!  } |
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 5, 2009 21:01:16 GMT -5
"What a surprise!" The elf controlled his shock, keeping it down to mild surprise, but smiling now. "Indeed.. it really is." He spoke quietly, pushing his hair away from his eyes.
"I can't remember the last time I was able to speak to anyone!" The last time? Blinking a few times, he supressed a laugh, not wanting to offend the griffin. Who knew how life threatening that could be. Ore huffed, somewhat quiet after his elf relaxed, head dropping down to the snow covered earth, air blowing out from his nostrils, snow flying up into his face, but the brute didn't seem to notice. "Sorry about that. It shouldn't have been such a harsh thing to say, but I can tell you that I wasn't prepared to have an actual conversation for once." Shrugging mostly to himself, the elf sat down on the ground, snow crunching and sliding beneath his bottom and legs. "It's fine. I think actually hearing you speak frightened me more than your words offened me." He offered a friendly smile, letting his cloak settle around his body as he found a comfortable position.
"I am Byron. A beutiful name, don't you think?" This time he could not hold back his laughter, a small chuckle escaping the male. "Yes, it is. And it suits you well. I am Arbellason."
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Post by Byron on Jun 6, 2009 20:24:12 GMT -5
Byron neatly rubbed his beak inbetween his talons, scratching them softly, before shifting to a comfortable position. He stretched lazily, flopping back onto his side and flicking his lion tail over his back paws. "I see." He hummed quietly. Surprises were good. Always fun. Seemed to make the day more enjoyable and gives your heart an extra pump for strength. He chuckled at the thought. Pump for strength. Yeah right... Byron closed his eyes, head raised proudly. At least he wasn't the only one that thought his name was beutiful. He shook his head gently from side to side, as is he were flicking off water, and added a small squeak. The elf probably has no clue on how happy this made him feel. Byron could only look at his reflection, or imagine how gorgeous he looked in the sunshine. He purred softly. "A pleasure Arbellason!." His tail flicked softly, brushing against the snow. "You live close by here? Or are you just going on a long trip?"{ Word Count: 165 } {Notes: Blarg.  } |
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 7, 2009 17:24:32 GMT -5
The elf watched the griffin's reaction to his agreement. The creature seemed to have a note-worthy ego, and this brought a smile to his lips. He did deserve to have such an ego, being truly magnificent and all. Plus, he was a rarity!
"You live close by here? Or are you just going on a long trip?" Byron's questions nearly made him jump, for he had been lost in his mind. Wondering a great many things about the griffin. "Close by? Not really. I live in.. Nowhere really." He brushed a small pile of snow from his boot, admiring the elven stitching on the hem of his pants before looking back up at the griffin. "I suppose you could call me a wanderer." He bit his lip momentarily, ears capturing various sounds of the forest and Ore's unhappy grunting as he was unable to find foiliage that was suitable for consumption. "What about you? Do you live in a cave or something of that manner?" He shifted, the snow already beginning to soak through his cloak, but the cold didn't bother him as much as it would a human.
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Post by Byron on Jun 7, 2009 18:50:15 GMT -5
Byron smoothed his chest feathers a little, before looking back up at the elf. They were beginning to puff out slightly from the snowy air, feathers thick from winter, a darker colour to at least try and help with camoflauge. They faield, obviously, helping the griffin not in the slightest bit against the thich white snows. But in the summer time, his feathers were a golden hazely brown, as if soaking in the sun.
He blinked. "A wandered. Well at least we somewhat share soemthing in common then." He shook his head to flick off a little bit of snow before continuing. "I go and wander as I so see fit. I currently have a little place by a thick pinetree during the winter times, enough to keep me warmer. But I move around, seeing what there is to see." His feathers ruffled slightly. "Caves are to clammy to stay in for a long time. Besides, it feels nice to have the stars over your head. Fresh air, you know?" He 'smiled', or what appeared to be smilling.
"Gosh I can't wait for it to be spring..." He muttered, tail flicking out and stretching in a huge cat stretch. His wings fluttered, making the snow dart and scatter, then snapped back to his side. Sitting down, he sat on his haunches, upright, looking around at the forest, before back to Arbellason. "This snow makes me feel stiff everytime I sit for a while."
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 7, 2009 19:44:23 GMT -5
"A wandered. Well at least we somewhat share soemthing in common then." Arbellason listened quietly to what the griffin was saying.. analyzing every bit of everything he said. Even if it held nothing particularly important or essential. When was he going to have another chance to actually speak with a creature such as Byron? "I go and wander as I so see fit. I currently have a little place by a thick pinetree during the winter times, enough to keep me warmer. But I move around, seeing what there is to see." He nodded, chewing on his lower lip and looking down at the ground again. "Caves are to clammy to stay in for a long time. Besides, it feels nice to have the stars over your head. Fresh air, you know?"
The elf's head lifted back up, eyes brightening. "Yes! Exactly!" His mouth could barely handle the strain being put on them by his smile. "That's how I felt back in Aglar Arda. I don't like being kept under a roof of any kind besides what the trees have to offer." Arbellason calmed himself down, stretching out and laying back in the snow, Ore's unhappy face staring back down at him. The elf chuckled, pushing him away gently and sitting back up, snow clinging to his shoulder-length hair.
"Gosh I can't wait for it to be spring..." The elf shrugged. "This snow makes me feel stiff everytime I sit for a while." At this, again, he shrugged. "I don't mind any of the seasons really. Come what may. I'm ready for any obstace mother nature might choose to place before me." He shifted, studying Byron again.
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Post by Byron on Jun 7, 2009 20:01:07 GMT -5
Byron purred. "Glad to hear that my theories make sence to someone!" He studied the elf as he layed back in the snow. So he had lived somewhere, then moved away to wander. But then again, not all who wander are lost. Arbellason was just like Byron in that sence. They both weren't really lost, just wandering, exploring. Free.
His great head turned to look at Arbellason. "I suppose your lucky then. Things are a bit harder on my side of the world." He purred. "I'm ready to tackle anything that comes my way, but I'll just try to let some obsticles pass. Hunters are one."
He flopped onto his side, then rolled over onto his back just like the elf had done earlier. He flattened his wings out all the way onto the cold snow at his sides, paws and talons up in the air, yet relaxed. His feathery head flopped back, and tilted to look at Arbellason upside down.
He blinked. "Just out of curiousity... is there anything you would have liked to ask a creature, such as myself? Anything you had ever wanted to know?" His head rolled slightly in the snow, tilting to look at Arbellason from a curious looking angle, upside down and diagonal.
He knew HE had a question, but wanted to know if anyone ever wondered what it was like being him?
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Post by Arlenwa Nenharma on Jun 14, 2009 11:46:36 GMT -5
"Hunters?" Arbellason made a face, as if the very thought sickened him. Why would they want to kill a creature such as Byron? One that could provide neverending wonderment among their people. Something interesting to be marveled at. He sighed shaking his head. "It seems the race of men will hunt anything these days." He scratched his chin, looking down thoughtfully at the snow before breaking his gaze to look at Byron.
"Just out of curiousity... is there anything you would have liked to ask a creature, such as myself? Anything you had ever wanted to know?" The elf breathed evenly, not breaking his stare. Of course there were so many questions he wanted to ask.. What was it like to fly? How much did he eat? How long have you been alive? Are there others like you? Too many to bother Byron with. Sighing, a smirk visible on his face, he shook his head. "Too many that I dare not bother you with." He thought for a moment, tongue running along the backsides of his teeth and roof of his mouth. "Well, I suppose I might ask one.. if you don't mind answering." He paused, studying the griffin. "Have you met another like you before?"
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Post by Byron on Jun 15, 2009 19:29:50 GMT -5
Byron gave off a sound that sounded much like a sigh. It made his chest vibrate slightly, making the small feathers curl slightly before flattening back normally again. "I suppose so. It's only until the hunters become the hunted." He frowned, shaking out his feathers as he rolled back up to his paws. Slapping hsi wings back to his sides, he smoothed out the feathers. He chuckled. "There's no harm in asking... that how we gain knoledge is by asking..."
He perked up at the elf's question, just for his wings to fell heavier and his neck drooped slightly. He looked down at his talons with a heavy heart. "Unfortunatly not. I have not seen any of my kind around for my whole life. I have brief rememberances of my 'family' you could say, but from when I was a little hatchling I have not seen any other Griffin."
He was quiet for a while, seeming lost in his own thoughts. He missed others like himself, yet knew he could not keep grieving on like this. Shaking himself briskly, he attempted to shake off the down, sickly, feathers before looking back up at the elf.
In a toss to escape and lighten the mood, he changed subjects. "I have a question for you, Arbellason...." His gold eagle eyes reflected their sorrow, sparkly, yet with a feirce and strong determination. He continued. "What is it like to hold things?" He lifted a foot to show his talons. "As you see I cannot, but you have hands and can actually grab onto things. What's that like?"
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