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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2003 19:24:46 GMT -5
~OOC~ Ok, I know I spell gryphon strangely, comes from roleplaying with my net friend from Bosnia too much. Most of you probably spell it griffin. Anyway, I love gryphons, so I've started this gryphon roleplay thing for anyone else who wants to join.
~IC~ Glossy black wings beat at the still night air as the small female gryphon dropped to the ground to land. She was of light build, and an ebony color that blended perfectly with the night. Taloned paws padded on the soil, still muddy from the previous night's rain. Face turned skyward, the female studied the night sky. It would storm again soon.
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Post by teghan62 on Sept 28, 2003 20:07:58 GMT -5
Lying out in the open, the blood of the small gryphon mingled with her blood-red feathers. She lay there, eyes open wide, staring up at the sky, with shallow breathing.
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 28, 2003 20:21:27 GMT -5
A silver gryphon with pure-white wings flies into the area, her silver eyes scanning the area, while the silver moon shone on her, making a small glow in the night.
Her eyes fall upon the injured gryphon, and flies down. She lands next to her and examines her. She tries to screech for help, but no sound came out. Her voice has been stolen years ago, and therefore couldn't talk or make any sound except for breathing.
She looks to the gryphon in the distance, hoping she would help.
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 28, 2003 20:25:01 GMT -5
The outline of the moon reflects upon the soft waters of the pool. One wing dips into the pool and sends ripples through the softness. The reflection of the moon in turn is reflected onto the red eyes of the gryphon peering into the pool.
The head turns back and those deep red eyes notice two other gryphons, one bleeding, the other with silvery feathers. The wings spread apart and the black gryphon takes off, the two silvery-gray feathers on her head noticeable in the night.
She lands by the others and pauses, wondering what to do.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2003 7:14:14 GMT -5
The gryphon smells upon the air many more of it's kind, and one injured. She jumps from the ground and begins to fly toward the smell of the injured, calling that she will be there soon.
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Post by teghan62 on Sept 29, 2003 17:49:22 GMT -5
The red gryphon looks at those around her. None made the move to attack, so she relaxed. "Did... did you see it? That... thing? It was all green and brown and horrible and... uggh..." with that, she faints.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 29, 2003 18:36:31 GMT -5
"Whoohoo! Gotcha!"
The excited gryphon, yelling with excitement, fells the deer.
"Score 1 Brandon, score none for the wildlife!"
He lifts up his white face and black headfeathers, laughing, his gray-brown legs wobbling, emeralb body shaking.
As he eats his meal, he hears the sound of other gryphons in the area.
Grudgingly relinquishing his kill, he flies over to see the commotion.
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 29, 2003 18:42:59 GMT -5
The silver, white winged gryphon nudges the red one, trying to get it to wake up. She understood what she said, and wished she could reply, but couldn't. She looks to the others.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2003 18:54:03 GMT -5
In a rush of black feathers, the small female dropped to the ground in a landing. She had come down a bit quick, and had to dig all her talons into the ground to keep from pitching forward. Once steadied, she pads softly over to the injured one. The gryphon looked bad, and was unconsious. The black female looked to the others. 'Does anyone here have any healing knowledge?'
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 29, 2003 19:02:41 GMT -5
The silver gryphon looks around at the others. She could heal, but she couldn't do any real spells without the chant of her voice. All other spells would make a minor change.
Still, it was better than nothing.
She walks forward, and puts her paw over one of the wounds. A small light shines on the wound. When it clears, 1/14th of the wound is healed. She steps back, and looks to the others, to see if they could finish the process.
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 29, 2003 19:49:05 GMT -5
The black gryphon shook her head. "I do not have healing powers, unfortunately." The sound was soft and light, a whisper. She mad not yet mastered speech yet. (Names, guys, names? Or something, I'm having issues telling who is who) There were four other gryphons. One, which appeared to be injured. One silver, silent gryphon. One small black female, and one who just seemed... odd. "Will a rain be any comfort?" she asked. (My gryphon's name is Ame...<pronounced Ah-may>) |
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Post by teghan62 on Sept 29, 2003 21:02:45 GMT -5
((Call mine Yakimo.))
Yakimo awoke, feeling slightly better. She struggled to rise, but collapsed. "No rain... please... no rain... it hurts me a lot... doesn't come anywhere close to killing me, but hurts... way too much... almost enough to killing me, really."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2003 21:09:17 GMT -5
((Her full name is Nio Kethica, but just call her Nio <Nye-oh>.))
Nio said quietly, 'I have some powers of healing, but they were tired out on a past journey of mine.' She looks at Yakimo, and tells her, 'Stay down, please, it will make the healing go faster.' Nio walks up to her and places a taloned paw softly on Yakimo, while chanting quietly in a foreign language. Soon, about a third of the wounds are healed, and Nio draws back, looking exausted, and drops to the ground. 'I'm ok,' she says, 'Just tired.'
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 29, 2003 22:53:39 GMT -5
((My gryphon's name is Sileen.))
Sileen tries to say, "Why would that be?" to the Yamiko, but she only mouths it. She spreads her wing, covering Yamiko from the rain.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 30, 2003 5:59:01 GMT -5
Brandon looked at the injurred Gryphon.
"What did that to you? The only thing I've ever known could do that is a dragon..."
Then he realises he is the only one talking, or at least audibly.
"Um... why is evedryone all so quiet?"
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