Aric As shadows are birthed from the dusk she watched them approach. Her skin twitched as she thought of the seasons that had passed since their last meeting. The nobleblood, Aleallus, stepped out a few steps behind his guards. He was a pegasus who had more riches than what he knew to do with and he had been determined to press his boundaries. Aleallus was so rich that he believed he could throw his worth against the laws of the land to get what he wanted. The impressively winged stallion wanted a companion to match his own plumage but had decided he wanted to bond with a creature more exotic, more worthy of his status, than a what simple bird would be. Despite being told that it was not possible Aleallus wanted a Gryphon. A lion of the softest cream color with wings like his own. Aric was a beast tamer. That was the truth but she had been bluffing whenever she told those that she was meeting that she had been the best. Aric's version of the 'truth' was as crooked as the horn upon her brow. The mare had failed to be a beast tamer worthy of residing in her mother's shadow. Aric had decided to leave her home for someplace new after a Masked Wisp that she had 'tamed' swallowed the companion of the one who had commissioned her to tame it whole. Since leaving she had been hired for much simpler tasks. Tame a squirrell, tame a songbird, tame a whispering fae. Once she had even been asked to tame a fish, a little thrown off by the request she had simply bottled the animal, but this request had not been so simple. Aric bore the scars to attest to that. She had been unable to find a Gryphon of the correct coloring so she had decided that she would breed for one. A female was found with the correct coloring and a dark colored male was found with the correct wings. None of the already hatched offspring had been right; one had only a single wing, another with no wings, there had been one who had been right but that had been still with death shortly after hatching. The egg at Aric’s hooves was the last that she had been provided with before the Gryphon mating pair had escaped from her. "AH-ric," she eyed the stallions without any friendliness,"My name is Aric." He could at least say her name correctly. "Welp.." she nosed the egg over to the hooves of the nobleblood. "This is what you requested. It should hatch soon. I am going to head out. Business calls." She dipped her head with her crooked horn making the formal motion look almost goofy. Fate frowned upon her. As the guards stepped forward to stop Aric's retreat the egg wobbled towards her too. Silently she said a prayer to the gods that it would not hatch yet. Aleallus dramatically fell to his knees before the egg. He was consumed by his eagerness. The egg did hatch. Through the crack there first came a single feather. On that feather Aric's hopes soared! Perhaps this egg would be her miracle. All of those gathered, except for Aleallus who babbled, froze with eyes on the egg. Aric stood still poised to flee and the guards merely craned their necks to look behind. Out of the egg came a dark coated lion cub. No wings in sight. No traits of a gryphon whatsoever save for the feather. "Obviously a lion cub." Aric cursed her sarcastic tongue as a hoof belonging to one of the guards struck her and tensed up for the copy cat blow that she knew would follow. Crooked Born |
[PRIVATE] Not What We Asked For
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A blinding red light surrounded Oultik and the cub. It shielded them from the living guard who thought to seek out revenge for his twin who succumbed to the burns Oultik gave.
“Cuka. Tra reka ek kserr krakr. Druvm daosr bae kae vosark." Come. The life is still fresh. Drown death by my waters. A spirit belonging to one of the rubies in the red water called out to the broken stallion and the still child. “Crreksam rar em sra daav rad vosar. Arruv saork uk aeuir uvm su kemsra omd ksramssram sraka vosark. Tram kub kur mu rumsar kur sra cib krorr reqa.” Christen her in the deep red water. Allow tears of your own to mingle and strengthen these waters. Then sob for no longer for the cub shall live. “A vrukeka basvaam aeui, sra cib, omd I ek koda rara. Tra vosark ora vesmakk. Omca kra vodak omd aeui roqa mokad rar crikr sraka sakk vesr aeuir ruuqak omd kvremdra sra rakoemk uk uma em rar kerks dremd omd aeui dremd sra usrar.” A promise between you, the cub, and I is made here. The waters are witness. Once she wakes and you have named her crush these gems with your hooves and sprinkle the remains of one in her first drink and you drink the other. "Du srek um aqarae kuumrakk mesrs omd reka verr kerr sra reum'k rimsk. Is kiks ba ribeak kruk srek vosar sros ora ikad sruisr. A kemsra Nav kuum vesruis srek resior verr orruv sra braosr uk reka su raoqa rar umca kura. Haad kae vurdk!" Do this on every moonless night and life will fill the lion's lungs. It must be rubies from this water that are used though. It is to be a tribute to the merciful life gift. Should tribute not be made life given can be taken. Heed my words! The spirit had no control over life or death. She knew the cub to only be unconscious and with a broken leg but in order for her life to continue in such luxury she needed those who knew of and offered her their thanks. Should her presence in the ruby pool be forgotten she would be lowered to looking after another rain puddle somewhere. The sprite had worked too hard for the permanent promotion to be demoted. As the voice faded so did the light. Once it was gone neither the living guard nor the body of the other was in sight. | |||||||||||
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