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Post by The Creature Account on Feb 2, 2012 7:56:46 GMT -5
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The young griffin had wandered astray in the stormy hours of the night, only to seek meagre refuge among a crop of small trees in the prairie. Having just reached maturity his muscles were not completely filled out, but at 300 lbs and 42 inches he was nothing to scoff at, even in his current frazzled state. He had been trying to track down the beauty dove of a griffin he had seen flying in the air, however unbeknownst to him she was older and more experienced, generally uninterested in an immature youngster, and had out manoeuvred him in the skies.
Determined to find his new infatuation the beast had tried to search the wide open space, certain that she was merely playing a simple game of hide and seek with him, for who could resist his charm? However, the wind had blown fiercely and the fool hardy griffin had lost his way from the canyon and been blown straight through the night until he had reached the prairie. Exhaust he had slumbered into a restless sleep only to awaken famished and distempered.
Now, on the hunt for any tasty morsel of food available he prowled the skies, hawk eyes observing every movement of grass until their almost orange depths came to land on a pair of wolves. From his vantage he noted how they appeared to have just woken, and if it were possible a sly look of satisfaction filtered onto his regal features. Breakfast is served, he thought, and though wolf was evidently not his food of choice, it was currently his food of convenience and his stomach rumbled urgently in agreement.
Dipping his wings he plummeted towards the ground, snapping them open at the last second to demonstrate the full length of his impressive wingspan and reared on his hindquarters before slamming his talons into the earth. Still cocky despite last night`s failure, he was full of gusto and needed to assert his dominance in a fashionable method.
A loud screech erupted from his golden hued beak, ringing loud and strong through the morning air as his lion tail flicked out impatiently behind him. Who would he pick off first? The female was easier prey, generally they did not possess as much strength as males, but then again the griffin was bigger then the male one way or the other. Yes, the larger of the pair would do for a start, he could clean his beak with the smaller one afterwards. No scent from other wolves reached him, and he had not seen any other while hunting which meant this was not pack land, less chance of other wolves coming to disrupt his meal. His eyes seemed to bore hungrily into the wolves and he advanced, screeching and clawing at the ground, threatening and entirely offensive he challenged his prey to defy his mighty will.
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sentury
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Post by sentury on Feb 2, 2012 17:12:38 GMT -5
Just as Sentury was about to pounce on a large, juicy rat, a sharp, inner jolt told him something was wrong. He whipped around to see a giant beast crash to the ground about as far away as he was from the den he and Dusty had shared, but in the opposite direction.
It was clear from the beasts' countenance and terrifying shriek that it was not there to make friends.
Instantly, Sentury dashed towards the woods to fine cover. But remembering Dusty, he skidded to a stop and whipped around only to find the white wolf was running as fast as her gimped leg would allow her in his direction. "Dusty, faster!" Sentury barked as the terrifying animal came their way. He waited for Dusty to catch up, and ran with her, urging her to move faster. It was catching up.
"We have to find cover!" Sentury yelled, his eyes desperately searching for a place where the predator couldn't reach them. He hadn't even considered going back in the den; it would only leave them trapped, and with those huge claws the beast would have dug them out in seconds.
They had a huge problem--the woods were sparse with winter, and there was no dense brush they could possibly escape under. They would have to keep running.
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Post by Dusty on Feb 3, 2012 3:53:04 GMT -5
Dusty was about to sniff the air to figure out where Sentury was when there was a strong gust of air and the loud sound of beating wings. An ear-splitting screech rang out. Dusty immediately whipped her head into the direction of the griffin and gasped, backing away. He eyes widened as her they rested on the massive feathered beast. She had heard of griffins, but no stories or descriptions had prepared her for an encounter with one. As far as she was concerned she had two options. Hide or run. There was a big problem with both of them. There were no good hiding places other than the den, but she wasn't sure how good that spot was either. And running was almost out of the question, as she was slow and would be caught easily by the griffin. These thoughts whirred around her head as she sniffed the air, locating where Sentury was.
She charged toward his direction he was in. She heard him call out "Dusty faster!" Well, she was going fast all right. She rocketed towards him. "We have to find cover!" She could hardly make out his words as she tumbled along the snow. "I know! But where?!" She squealed, almost pup-like in the terrifying situation, as she struggled to keep up with the male. She didn't dare to steal a glance at the monster that was chasing them; it would slow her down too much, as would talking to her companion. Seconds counted in this wild rush away from the predator.
Her wings were plastered against her back and her antennae jerking around her head. Her shortened leg dangled in the air as she struggled to keep her balance. She couldn't afford to trip. Her life was at risk and one wrong move could be fatal. Her eyes darted to a small hole in the ground. Could it be another den? No, even if it was, there was no way they could fit inside. She stole a moment to regain her breath, scanning the scenery around her. There were many thin bushes, but they were no use. Then her eyes rested upon a large; well, larger than the previous entrance, opening in the ground. She darted towards it. It appeared to be too small for the griffin. But she couldn't tell. She was too tired to go on and this may have been her-- and Sentury's last chance. Sentury. Where was he? He could be right behind her or miles away. She had no time to check. She flung herself into the crevice and tumbled into a large opening. A very large opening. Large enough to walk around in, and large enough to be safe from the griffin. That is, if the entrance was too small for the griffin. She shivered at the thought. It would be a complete disaster if the griffin were to come inside. Shivering in the far wall, she anxiously waited. Sentury wasn't with her. She willed his familiar face to appear into view. She curled up with her back against the wall, shivering with both fear and cold. This den was much colder than the previous one, but at least she was safe from the griffin... Hopefully...
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Post by The Creature Account on Feb 3, 2012 14:50:19 GMT -5
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ooc: Please note that Sentury cannot see Dusty running when she had not posted that she is running yet, we have no control over other chars, this is considered powerplay as there is no note to indicate you have asked Dusty`s permission first.
The griffin noted with smug amusement that his prey was fleeing like little vermin, just awestruck at his sublime power. Belting out screeches and clawing the ground with his thick talons he flapped his wings, kicking up dust in the process. It was going to be a fine meal today, he thought with elation, running prey was always interesting, the griffin liked to play with his food and he only hoped they wouldn’t get caught too easy.
However, in such a open territory chances were slim that he wouldn`t be able to spot them, and an odd semblance of a laugh rang out of his throat as he dashed after them, leaping into the air so that he had the aerial advantage. His razor sharp sight didn`t miss a bit, the female had scampered into a dug out, he would deal with her after he had finished with the scampering male. Diving straight towards the ground his large wings blocked out the sun and his claws slashed through the earth near inches away from the male. A little scare to show who is master, he thought cockily, as dirt sprayed into the air.
His tail flicked with merriment, and he did a quick pirouette, demonstrating what a graceful flyer he was. The griffin was indeed enjoying his morning, what fun, though not as much fun if he had actually caught that female, now she had been a beauty and his young hormones had rather agreed. All thoughts came back to the fleeing wolf and the griffin followed along rather leisurely, his speed in the air was significant and taking another dive he attempted to grasp hold of the male`s back leg to pick him up. If his attempt succeeded he would merely drop the wolf to the ground and watched with utter glee as the animal lost strength.
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Post by sentury on Feb 3, 2012 17:13:42 GMT -5
Sentury yelped loudly as the griffin just clipped his back leg, not doing any real damage but sending him tumbling nonetheless. He desperately tried to get back on his feet and kept running. His eyes frantically searched for a place to hide, knowing he was no match for the beast chasing him.
He wanted to round back and dive into the den Dusty had found, but decided against it. That would only take the griffin back to her, and both of them would be trapped. If he could lead it away, Dusty might have a chance to escape.
So he kept running, staying tight to the sparse trees, knowing the beast was simply playing with him. Adrenaline coursed through his blood, urging him on and giving him enough energy to keep going.
After what seemed like forever, with his mouth dry and lungs burning, Sentury came across a tightly packed group of conifers. He instantly dived under the cover of the brush, at the least to catch his breath. His limbs shook as cold air stung his throat, and he tried to come up with a plan.
What could he do besides run and hide? Staying tight to the tree trunks, he snuck as quietly as possible through the brush.
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Post by Dusty on Feb 3, 2012 19:25:55 GMT -5
The next few minutes felt like hours to Dusty, and as she lay there, shivering, a terrible sound entered her ears. A yelp. Sentury's yelp. She reviewed her situation. It was fairly safe inside the den, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself. But what about Sentury? If he got killed, the griffin's full attention would be on her, and she didn't like the sound of that.
She ventured slowly to the entrance and poked her head out. She saw Sentury running away from the griffin. She called softly out to him, but he didn't respond. He probably hadn't noticed her slip in the den. He had disappeared inside some thick greenery, and she hoped that the griffin couldn't get to him. It may keep the griffin occupied for a while and possibly even give up... No, she couldn't hope for that. If it couldn't get him, it would get her. She slowly emerged. If the griffin decided to come back, she would be cornered. Looking at it now, she decided that it would probably be able to fit into the entrance. In the end, she decided that running away would be her best chance. She gave a final glance at the bushes which hid Sentury, then broke out into a run in the opposite direction of the griffin. She could lie low and possibly get away from the griffin without being seen. She had already had her little rest and now had regained some of her strength. She did her best to ignore the biting hunger that was gnawing away at her empty stomach. She kept herself from sprinting, as that would not get her very far.
She calmed herself to a slow, rhythmic pace, blocking out all other noises and distractions. All she noticed was the patter of her paws hitting the snowy ground and her shaky breaths. She felt her heart slow and become calm. She was convinced that she was far away from them. She could only hear the loud gusts of wind in her ears when she stopped. To her dismay, she had not gone very far. The thick bushes looked small in the distance, but the fact that she could see them nonetheless. She collapsed into a crumpled heap. She felt as though as she couldn't go another step. If the griffin were to come to her at that moment, she would have been fair game, lying on the snow helplessly. She panted loudly as she watched the clouds roll overhead. She wished that she could just melt into the snow and be invisible. Her shimmering red coat would be easy to spot in the snow. She was completely vulnerable to any predator that would happen to come along. She watched the bushes which hid Sentury and waited. There was not much else she could do... Or was there? If the two wolves worked together they may, just may, be able to strike something vital. If they managed to scratch it's eye, maybe, just maybe, it would leave them alone. But how would she get to Sentury? Going back to the griffin would be not only a violation of her instinct, but it would also be incredibly stupid and would only achieve to get her killed.
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Post by The Creature Account on Feb 6, 2012 8:07:19 GMT -5
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The griffin saw the wolf dive for the cover of the trees an angry screech cursing the beast as he barely avoided running into the trees. Spraying his wings outwards and pushing off the coarse trunk he flew up into the air trying to spot the wolf through the gaps left by the branches. Snapping his beak in anger he gave the cover a scathing glare. How dare the wolf try to escape?! Now his hunger became more persistent and his talons reached out to snap off the tree tops. The little beast would pay for refusing him a meal and the angered griffin turned his haughty gaze towards the last place he had seem the female.
Tossing his majestic head he whipped around, tail snaking out like a whip and took off in that direction, his wings pushing him at a breakneck speed. One way or the other the beast was going to have his breakfast, the male wolf could not stay hidden forever and in the mean time the griffin would pick off his companion. His stomach rumbled in agreement, urging him on with all urgency. Landing by the hole in which the wolf has scooted he glanced inside, bellowing in rage when he noticed his other captive was going as well. With a powerful slash of his front paw he tore at the den, his thoughts whirling. The wolf could not have gone far, he could still catch it.
Back into the air he jumped, following a set of footprints in the snow as his glowering eyes scanned for his fleeing meal. And there in the near distance the tin shape of the wolf ran, impervious to the flying nightmare that awaited it. Silent and deadly he approached the female, she would pay for her friend`s impudence! Diving he reared toward the ground, a golden bullet as the sun reflected off his feathers, and landed spraying pieces of the ground into the air as he stamped his foot in defiance. His glittering eyes regarded the female he had landed in front of with an uncaring hunger and a bird-like growl rumbled from his chest.
Tossing his feathered mane he advanced, lashing out with his claws and dipping his head to snap with his powerful beak at his prey. His sabre talons were extracted and his wings snapped open to demonstrate his power. One swipe of his paw and the wolf would no doubt go careening to the ground, and with no one to help the smaller beast, he would certainly be enjoying a tasty breakfast before long.
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Post by Dusty on Feb 7, 2012 0:40:09 GMT -5
Dusty gave one glance up at the griffin in front of her then scrambled to her feet. She couldn't run far, and she was no match for the beast in a fight, let alone in her exhausted condition. She was as good as dead and she let out a small whimper, backing away all too slowly as the griffin snapped and clawed at her, barely missing. She darted to the side, squeezing out the last of her energy reserves, still facing the looming monster. She was trying to get to it's blind spot, past it's snapping beak and claws, where she could at least have a chance of inflicting some damage, although it wouldn't be easy. She was now panting loudly, barely being able to stand. For a second she wondered if it would be best to just let go...
Death. She would have shivered at the thought, but she was too exhausted. What would it feel like? Drifting off to sleep, but for forever? Would it hurt? Well, the fight beforehand would be pretty gruesome, but would death itself be painful? She suddenly felt a strange feeling, a feeling that she hadn't ever felt before. What would it be like... To just let go? An endless sleep sounded appealing to her at that moment. But she pulled herself together. No! Pull yourself together, Dusty! Thoughts like that are for... For... Not for you! She thought to herself sternly. She made up her mind that she wasn't going to go down without knowing that she had struggled to live until her final breath. A weak growl escaped her throat as she took a step back. Should she attack? She certainly wouldn't be very strong, but if she got close enough she could put her plan into action. The only 'vital' areas she could think of were the griffin's eyes, but it's snapping beak sent her a few more steps back. What could she do? If she stalled any longer, she would probably be torn to pieces. She desperately glanced to her side. Had Sentury slipped out of his cover to help her 'fight' the griffin? If she was him, she would be long gone.
[[Computer timers cutting me off again and I'm somewhat museless. Bleh.]]
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Post by sentury on Feb 13, 2012 12:42:20 GMT -5
As he heard the Griffin's cry of anger, Sentury peeked out through the brush to see the terrible predator alter it's direction. He let himself breathe and flopped to the ground, shocked at how close he'd come to death. His back leg hurt a little but the beast hadn't done any severe damage. He might be limping a little later though.
And then reality suddenly smashed back upon Sentury and he remembered: Dusty!
He flew out from under the brush in the direction of the den that his companion had hid herself in. His tired paws smashed through the snow, the white fluff barely slowing him down as he approached the hiding place. Sentury skidded to a stop and saw where the Griffin had torn the ground apart, but there was no blood. She could still be alive.
Sentury looked around, his bi-colored eyes darting frantically until he heard another screech. He set off in the direction that the clamor was coming from and it wasn't long before he spotted Dusty and the Griffin.
She looked exhausted but was still hanging on, darting and jumping and twitching back and forth, trying to avoid the Griffin's talons. Sentury stayed silent, knowing if he called out to either of them it would mean death for Dusty. What could he do?
The only idea that came to Sentury was to sneak up behind the Griffin and distract him that way, and maybe give Dusty enough time to escape. Beyond that, though, Sentury had no clue how he would defend himself or escape. But his adrenaline was rushing and he knew he had to do something.
So, with his heart pounding, Sentury slowly crawled through the brush surrounding the Griffin, belly to the dirt. He was positioned directly behind the beast, and waited and waited until it became still enough. Sentury leapt out and clamped his sharp teeth around the Griffin's tail.
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