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Post by Xenon on Jun 30, 2006 12:33:34 GMT -5
"Mostly." After a moment, Sobriquet settled, folding her paws neatly in front of her, looking up at the Gryvern. "When the words fit together, the song writes itself, in a way. You say one thing, and the words to go with it flow in." she laughs softly, a musical sound.
"I'm so picky about the sound of the words, though. If I don't like the tone in one language, I switch over to another just so I can say the same thing." she was smiling again, head still tilted to the side, gazing... fondly? at Samir. He couldn't see it, but she wanted desperately to reach out and feel the short fur on his neck, run her beak through it to feel its softness.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 27, 2006 11:01:55 GMT -5
She lit up at the mention of her song, purring with unhidden delight. "My song!" she cried, looking like she wanted nothing more than to embrace the Gryvern. "You... really enjoyed it?" she settled once more, shaking to re-arrange her feathers, still beaming openly.
"I-It's really.. nothing special. It's a collection of languages.. I don't even know half the words, but they had the right sound and attitude to fit in." while she speaks, the purr continues to rise from within her, adding a relaxing background note.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 26, 2006 20:01:48 GMT -5
Sobriquet's eyes lit up at his offer of meeting again, her ears fanned with pleasure. She couldn't help but notice with mild amusement the way he trembled under her touch. "But, of course, we don't need to part ways just now?" There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, almost a longing that he just abandon any duties he might have had to stay with her instead. "Saying that we should meet again implies that we should separate. I've just barely learned your name!"
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Post by Xenon on Jun 26, 2006 14:46:57 GMT -5
"Ah, an elegant name..." She smiles to herself, almost purring absently. "Well suited to one such as yourself." Gently, almost teasingly, she brushes the long feathers on her tail across his side, in what could be interperted as a sort of handshake. She was intrigued by this light blue (and handsome) creature, and she struggled hard to keep herself from withdrawing into her usual shy attidude. This one, she was sure she could make the effort to keep in communication with. This one.. this one sent a shiver down her spine. She could not let her shyness chase him away.
"As you know the meaning of my name, would you care to divulge any meaning behind yours?" she sits once more, head inclined curiously to the side, feathery ears lifted high with curiousity.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 23, 2006 0:41:06 GMT -5
Her entire body appeared to light up with his response. "Gryvern," she repeated, beak making a soft clicking sound at the end, experimentally rolling the "r" in the word. It was almost as if she was tasting the word, like a wine connoseur testing the nose and legs of a fine drink. Appearing as if the word passed her test, she stretched, standing once more.
"I am not nearly so interesting, simply Gryphon." after a moment, a cunning shine entered her eye. "Though if I may say so myself, I find the similarities between us on a name-basis to be striking. On a personal level, I am known as Sobriquet."
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Post by Xenon on Jun 23, 2006 0:24:30 GMT -5
"If it's not rude to ask," she continues after a moment, head down but eyes still locked on, what to her, was a fascinating and wonderful creature. "I wonder.. what, exactly, are you? I've met Tsume, Naa, Paint.. many other species, but I have never encountered something so graceful as you."
She sat, curling her tail around her feet, the feathers at the end fanning. Every time her tail twitched languidly, that fan covered her face in an almost flirtatious manner. The grin was still evident in her oddly pale eyes, and at a distance, he would notice that all of her emotions showed in her movements and her eyes, as well as the resting position of those fluffy, fluffy feathers.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 23, 2006 0:12:53 GMT -5
Her feathers fluffed in mild amusement as she slowly picked her way down through the branches, finally leaping the last few feet to land gracefully near the blue male. "There will be no need for that." she purred, head cocked curiously to the side. "I do wonder, however.." she trailed off, eyes still inquisitive, though something had prevented her from finishing her statement. She was a very strange creature, almost fully white, but showing none of the other signs of being an albino.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 22, 2006 23:56:16 GMT -5
"Perhaps!" she called out, startled for just a moment by the appearance of the other, glancing down at him. For all the world, it appeared that she was smiling (impossible as it seems, until one noticed the shine in her eyes). Her heart was still pounding, however, and she knew that the mysterious creature was right. "But how do I know I can trust you when I reach the ground? I'm just as lacking in defence down there as I am up here!"
Her carefree attitude and small stature might lead initial thoughts to youth, however; the way she carried herself and the spark in her eyes reveiled that she was not so young as one might assume. She looked the gryvern over, obviously intrigued.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 22, 2006 23:34:41 GMT -5
Her song was growing in volume, occasional word mixing with the birdsong, flowing from language to language without a second thought. It was odd, the shifts occuring so seamlessly that one would hardly notice when the small gryphon stopped speaking an understood language in favor of something more exotic. It was all understood, through tone and the movement of the notes.
A sudden gust of wind blew with force, causing the small white form to shift, clinging desperately to the tree. Her feathers fanned in all directions, catching the sun and shining as if crying, 'I am here!'. Her song was broken in that moment, replaced with soft laughter. The ivory female would appear in the leaves, hiding behind the leaves once more when the tree settled once more. She did not notice the gryvern, for she was much too absorbed in this wonderful place she had found. As such, she remained in her high perch rather than jumping down to greet the possible new companion.
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Post by Xenon on Jun 22, 2006 23:01:41 GMT -5
She had climbed into the topmost branches of the magnolia tree, her pale eyes wide to take in the entire landscape. She looked almost like one of the large pale flowers herself, her face surrounded by feathery plumes that moved softly in the breeze. She was a puzzling sight to most of the wildlife that passed by, the first of her kind to wander into the Orchard. Little did those animals realize that she was also a rarity of her own kind, the feathery crests covering her body and lack of fur nearly unheard of in her species. Almost odder was her shoulders, adorned with feathery plumes but lacking any evidence of wings. Enthralled by all that surrounded her, the small gryphon began to sing, a soft, chirping and purring song. Her voice was hauntingly soft, some of the notes just off key enough to give her song a lilting quality. She was completely absorbed, eyes closed peacefully.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 25, 2006 21:54:26 GMT -5
She stares at the Tsume, eyes glazed over as he pets her, completely unsure of how to react. "Cupcakes are good, too." she remarks. Her eyes meet his for a breif second, something feral and dangerous shining there before she looks away. "They're looking for me now, too."
At the appearance of the other, the little red Gryvern bristles and assumes a protective posture over the much larger Tsume, her little talons digging into his fur but not quite peircing his skin. Both pairs of wings flare, obviously in an attempt to make herself big and threatening to the spikey.. thing. She sets her jaw stubbornly, glaring.
"What do you want?" she glowers. "Did they send you to find me? Well you can tell them I don't want to go back!"
Her tail lashes in agitation, making a quiet swish-swish noise each time it flicks.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 25, 2006 19:49:21 GMT -5
Her ears and earwings flick back at his negatory response, and for a moment, it looks like she might fly into a rage. The look of calm returns to her muzzle, however, and she sighs. "That's too bad. I always wanted a chocolate friend."
The little gryvern tilts her head to the side at his question, not responding at first. Her ears pan as if she is listening, however, and the Tsume likely notices that she is possibly hallucinating. The chances that she'd actually seen the red hybrid are very slim.
"I'm hiding from them." She replies, completely deadpan. "I know that they're always watching, so I need to be careful and safe." She nods, looking very proud of herself. "They tell me I can stay with you, that you're safe and won't steal my thoughts."
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Post by Xenon on Apr 23, 2006 1:26:58 GMT -5
The little gryvern stares somewhat crookedly at the tsume, her head tilted so that her eyes sit on separate planes, accentuating the oddness of her look. Her earwings twitch and flutter.
"You.. aren't made of chocolate, are you?" She stares at him suspiciously, her madness almost innocent in its youth, possibly laughable. "They told me you would be." Whoever the they is remains unclear, but the gryvern seems totally serious in everything she says.
Her head suddenly turns to the side, and her eyes narrow. Someone was always watching her, it was true, but it didn't mean that she had to like it. Maybe this time she could attack whoever was looking at her.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 23, 2006 0:57:08 GMT -5
"But, why?"
A rustling in the tall grass. The voice of a child. "Hrm. I guess that makes sense.."
A small form of a young Gryvern leaps from the grass, attaching itself to a tree and quickly scurrying up it, barely hauling itself into the upper branches. "I don't see the future from up here." the little creature says, wings fluttering in the wind. "There is a naked man down there, though." A pause.
"Should I?"
Without another word, the lust down below would probably see a tiny form falling down at him from the top of the tree.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 25, 2006 21:45:45 GMT -5
"those who were jealous. whispers the Tsume, turning saddened eyes to the sky, where the sun was beginning to set. He glances again to the Gryvern, eyes soft. "I am a rarity of tsumes.. I was. I could grant wishes to any who I pleased.. help them become whatever it was they wanted. power was mine to give.."
He trails off a moment, sorrow filling his gaze. "of course they would take such talent away. jealousy leaves us all wanting more."
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