Fallen Behind - Printable Version +- HELOVIA || The Way to the Sun (http://helovia.com) +-- Forum: Out of Character (http://helovia.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=1) +--- Forum: Archives (http://helovia.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=11) +--- Thread: Fallen Behind (/showthread.php?tid=1168) |
Fallen Behind - Official - 08-12-2012 Merakerr March 7th, 2012 at 12:05am Weary steps carried the pale gryphon amongst the trees, her wings trailing in the snow as she trudged forward. She'd escaped with the other from Isilme, but had not been able to keep up, without the power of flight and forced to race along the ground. But she could track them, and had, until she'd reached this forest and lost the trail amongst all the others that mixed and mingled here. It seemed... a bit of a lost cause to keep wandering around in hopes she'd pick up signs of those she'd known in the Woodlands, so at last she flopped herself down in the snow beside a blanketed shrub. Restlessly she preened the feathers on her chest, golden eyes studying her surroundings while she rested. Where could they have gone from here? Ra the Sun Emissary March 12th, 2012 at 3:40pm Hoofsteps left tracks in the snow as the cremello stallion traveled once more to the Threshold. His recent loss to Gossamer, newest lead of the Foothills apparently, left him with a nagging feeling that he'd need to visit the other regions soon. He held no grudge against Gossamer for her successes, although he did find their prior encounter rude, what with her blatantly ignoring him and seeming to glower at him with suspicious eyes, but he still enjoyed the fair mare and her pretty coat. Kri though, she had him mildly worried. His herd was not well protected yet, and so he tirelessly combed these forests, hoping to welcome the newest arrivals before anyone else could. With thoughts tumbling in this worried manner, Ra nearly crossed by Merakerr without noticing her. It was only the sound of wings rustling in the wind that had him slow and glance back. He had half a thought that it was the pegasus Kri come to ambush him like some nightmarish calling for thinking of her. Paranoid blue eyes however did not find the feral birdhorse, but instead a curled gryphon. Raising his brows in surprise, Ra shifted and ambled back towards her, cautious of that beak so that he stayed a further distance away. Crown glinted in the sunlight as he tilted his head at her, eyes appraising her light pelt, even if it was the more distasteful hue of silver rather than gold - at least it wasn't black. "Hello," he greeted awkwardly, uncertain how she might respond. Muscles were tensed, ready to shift to his cat form should she prove hostile. "Are you injured?" he asked, perplexed at seeing her on the ground. He'd never actually spoken to a gryphon before, as they always stuck to the skies or the trees. Would she even understand him wondered, feeling suddenly foolish. His tail twitched behind him with anxiety, hooves pawing at snow in similar feeling. Merakerr March 18th, 2012 a 9:59pm (Goss is welcome to drop by) Ear tufts twitched as the sound of snow crunching beneath heavy hooves reached her hearing, and golden eyes followed the sound with curious interest. A pale stallion was spotted, appearing so distracted that he almost didn't see her in turn. Indeed, she'd thought he would go on past and had focused again on her silent scan for familiar traces when he made his way back toward her. With equal interest she lifted her head to return his assessing gaze, bemused by the gleaming ornaments he wore. "Grreetingsss." She spoke in response, dipping her beak slightly. "Hurrt, no. Jussst wearry. It isss a long walk frrom Isssilme to herre for one usssed to flight." One wing unfoled in silent explanation, displaying the prominant lack of flight feathers. She didn't regret the choice that had led to the situation. Instead, she wondered how he would react to the pocket of cold air around her should he step closer. It was nice, as well, to not see fear being his first reaction. Wary confusion was acceptable. Ra the Sun Emissary March 19th, 2012 at 10:41pm There was a look of amusement in this griffin, or so Ra thought he saw. He didn't think beaks were very good at conveying emotion, which was so often birds seemed cruel and malicious when they stared down at him from the trees. Perhaps it was just also their height, granting them some version of immediate superiority, that only made him hunch his shoulders even further in reproach. Either way, birds were mildly creepy, and he tended to leave them be. All the same, he was certain that the birdcat before him had a laughing quality to her eyes. His feeling of foolishness rose like bile in his gut, but he shoved it down stubbornly, raising his head a bit higher. He'd barely had enough time to feel anything else before she spoke, half startling them, although he couldn't really place why since he had been expecting a reply. Or had he? Her tones expressed certain syllables in ways foreign to his ears. They tilted forward further, curious at the new sounds dancing in them. He was no stranger to accents, as aside from Helovia seeing a variety of travelers, his own feline form gave him a different quality of voice. He found her's quite enjoyable, sliding through the air with a fluidity, if perhaps a bit difficult to understand at times. She surprised him again, when the word Isilme slipped free. Ra's 'brow knitted at this, tail flicking in concentration. He'd heard that word so often lately it was starting to feel like something nonsensical, but he'd hardly expected it from her. He supposed if griffins lived here they could also be in Isilme, but from what he knew, it was the undead of their hoofed kind that destroyed the place. How had she been tangled in their war? "Do they grow back?" he asked stupidly. With a million different questions burning on his tongue, the first he found sorted out was weather or not her damn feathers grew back. He turned his head away in embarrassment, though honestly he did want to know. He'd never really learned about feathers, although he was no enemy to pegasus, he wasn't exactly a friend of many either. His thoughts instantly flashed back to Kri. He wondered if he burned her wings, if then she'd be unable to fly and they'd never grow back, making her non-threatening. Somehow though, he already knew the answer would be yes. "Isilme you said? You aren't the first to come through here from that way. Many in fact, have since passed this threshold into the lands of Helovia. I must admit though, none looked like you." He tilted his head, still mildly baffled, though the weariness had sunk out of his muscles and left him relaxed. She seemed amiable enough, and injured as she was, he doubted she was itching for a fight. That suited him fine, he preferred talking. "Will you be alright, on the ground?" As much as he knew of wings, he knew even less of griffins as a whole. Somehow he thought she might die right here in front of him being on the ground, although she did blend in neatly, as he nearly failed to notice her. He wondered why he really even cared. It was not in Ra to be very empathetic, but neither was he heartless. He was no scholar reaping the world of information, but he would rather educate himself than remain ignorant, for that would lead to folly in time. Perhaps he was just bored, and maybe lonely. After giving up his moon to turn to the Sun, unable even to spare many thoughts of her, his heart had swollen and shrunk and flipped and flipped and now it hammered in his throat in an annoying way. He was heartsick, though that was nothing new, and longed for some form of company aside from Flick, who he loathed to detest. Flick was nice, but he could only lie around her. Here, before this griffin, what did she care of horses and their affairs? Besides, her color reminded him of the moon and that instantly made him feel better. Gossamer the Benevolent March 20th, 2012 at 3:57am The delicate white form of a Pura Raza Espanola mare flitted amongst the trees of the woods. She was out searching once more, to offer haven to the lonely, when Lazulli, who had been flying ahead, said there was a strange mare with wings and the odd white stallion again. Gossamer nearly sighed. Why was such a rude stallion always out and about if he didn't really care for any of the horses he was trying to recruit. The fact that everyhorse should worship the sun was important to him, but again, he didn't like everyhorse. The fact of his motivations perplexed her, simply because she couldn't figure them out. At their first meeting she had sensed the essence of them but could make neither heads nor tails of anything he'd thought. Though she was nearly always open to those troubled, she found him distasteful. Perhaps it was because of the racism, or simply the fact that most of his words were no match for his thoughts, she really couldn't say. One thing was for certain though: she was not looking forward to battling with him over another member again. He had a silken tongue that spoke convincing words. She weaved her way amongst the trees and came out to be, rather unusually, not bombarded by loose tendrils of projected thoughts. Horses didn't know they did that, projected their strongest thoughts, but they did. The most important things that were in their minds were sent out like shoots of roots from a tree. Things they cared most about, things they thought strongly of, loves, hates, true intentions. Ra had been especially loose at their first meeting. But this time the clearing was empty, dull even, and there was Ra. Bizarre. The mare, a griffin she could see now, was quiet as well. But then she saw that both looked very tired, Ra bored and dull, the mare merely exhausted. Ahh, so there was the explanation. Horses, and apparently griffins, did not project thoughts when tired or bored or feeling dull simply because nothing was strong enough and everything was muffled in one's mind. She kept her bearing honest and straight as she walked up to the pair. She nodded at Ra to show him respect for his title, and then spoke to the mare, "Greetings traveler, I am Gossamer, Chieftess of the Windtossed Foothills. If I may say, you seem weary and in need of rest." Her gaze was truly concerned, for the griffin mare was missing feathers and her wings hung loose at her sides. It was not good to remain thus way in such inhospitable weather. Merakerr March 20th, 2012 at 11:52am She'd surprised him. It amused her further, ear tufts twitching gently as she resisted the urge to give a beaky grin. She always seemed to have that sort of affect on others that assumed she'd be like her red meat eating cousins, and a little bit of patience went a long way toward developing an amicable relationship with those she met. But his first words made her chortle softly. "I will grrow them in again in the sssprring when I molt for warrmerr weatherr." Which was entirely true, even if she was to have a perpetual cold bubble around her. Molting was linked to the seasons, just as shedding was for him. His knowledge of Isilme interested her, and she was pleased with the knowledge that others had come this way from the place she'd called home. "I am glad. Perrhapsss sssome I knew frrom the Woodlandsss will be herre." His unspoken question about her made that threatening grin come to life, beak gaping slightly. "No otherr grryphon hasss everr sssought to make theirr home amongssst the horrssssesss beforre me. But verry few arre borrn with my appetite eitherr." There was much more to it than that. She was from much farther south than here or Isilme, where gryphons were not so hard pressed for food that they could develop intellectual skills and learn about the other intelligent species of the world. Before she could assure him of her safety, another appeared. An ear tuft tilted toward the approaching stranger before she turned to watch the pale mare walk forward and introduce herself as Gossamer... a leader of a herd here. Who was also concerned about the young gryphon's well being. Her long fluffy tail coiled lazily across the snow as she chortled softly again. "No need to be concerrned about my sssafety herre in the cold and on the grround. While I cannot fly, I can rrun and climb ssshould need be. And I am built for the cold. The airr clossse to me is colderr than it isss next to you." Not to mention she was the perfect hue for blending into the snow... and was perfectly capable of using her talons and beak. Though she was starting to feel hungry now that she wasn't so tired. "Do eitherr of you know wherre I might be able to fisssh? I do not hunt like my cousssinsss." |