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07-26-2013, 11:10 AM
Fleetingly, peripherally, the young gryphon was aware of others gathering, glimpsing flashing wings as she plunged downward. Sharp talons dug into the creature's back as she made contact, crunching bark. Ear tufts laid back as the creature wailed in pain in protest, the sheer volume being an irritant, and then she felt the creature shift beneath her.
Immediately she sprung forward in several leaping bounds, wings folded close to her sides as she darted amidst the trees that grew upon the beast's back. A tremendous crashing noise behind her alerted the gryphon to the fact that her assumption was correct. It could reach around and hit its back. Not exactly good news, but news. Forward she moved, seeking where head and neck should be, adjusting rapidly each time the 'ground' beneath her talons and paws lurched and shifted. It must be trying to catch someone.
Surprisingly, the creature's movements begin to slow, become less predictable. Someone working magic? More lurching, and the young gryphon crouched down to preserve her precarious perch as the thing swept around at the sound of singing. Then it lurched forward suddenly, dislodging her grasp. A squawk escaped Merakerr then, as she grasped at a tree to steady herself. It fell! What sort of allies came to this battle? Somewhat amazed, she quickly returned to her earlier intent, surging down the slope. Glimpsing her target, she let loose another shriek and pounced, talons and beak intent upon tearing into the back of the creature's neck.
Immediately she sprung forward in several leaping bounds, wings folded close to her sides as she darted amidst the trees that grew upon the beast's back. A tremendous crashing noise behind her alerted the gryphon to the fact that her assumption was correct. It could reach around and hit its back. Not exactly good news, but news. Forward she moved, seeking where head and neck should be, adjusting rapidly each time the 'ground' beneath her talons and paws lurched and shifted. It must be trying to catch someone.
Surprisingly, the creature's movements begin to slow, become less predictable. Someone working magic? More lurching, and the young gryphon crouched down to preserve her precarious perch as the thing swept around at the sound of singing. Then it lurched forward suddenly, dislodging her grasp. A squawk escaped Merakerr then, as she grasped at a tree to steady herself. It fell! What sort of allies came to this battle? Somewhat amazed, she quickly returned to her earlier intent, surging down the slope. Glimpsing her target, she let loose another shriek and pounced, talons and beak intent upon tearing into the back of the creature's neck.
